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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:29 pm
Leandar crossed the border into Woodhaven, cringing as he did so. "It's worth it," he breathed to himself. The wildcat rubbed a hand on the bag he carried that held his broken dulcimer. The last time Leandar left Hallowmarl to enter a foreign tribe, the result was less than agreeable. Although he took comfort knowing that Woodhaven didn't have the reputation Fangroot garnered for malicious animals. Suddenly it dawned on the feline that he had no idea where to find the craftsman that he sought.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:24 pm
Henric sat on the branch that was just outside his home. It was not large, nor was it too small; essentially a perfect place for him to station his workplace outside, yet covered by the higher branches during rain season. It was his work place, cool and calm.
His small paws turned the small wooden sphere carefully as he tried to make it as smooth as possible. When he was done, it'd be a decorative bead, accompanied by at least thirty or so more. Hopefully it'll earn him a decent amount of food or more raw materials.
As Henric smoothed out the bumps, he hummed merrily as he concentrated on his piece.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 4:02 am
The crunch of dead leaves beneath his feet comforted him, while he eyed Henric from afar. The wildcat went to work, comparing the mental description given to him by a craftsmen to make sure that this was indeed Henric. "Well, he looks like Henric at least," Leandar said to himself as he walked up. Once Leandar arrived at the base of the tree, he called up, "Oi, are you the one they call Henrik?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:39 pm
The wooden marble flew out of his hands as Henric jumped from the sudden noise. Normally he didn't receive many visitors; he often went into market to trade his goods. As the marble started it's descent down, Henric stumbled to catch it, but looked in dismay as it slipped through his fingers and down to the leaf covered ground.
Well, he might as well get two acorns with two stones he thought as he peered over the edge of the tree towards his guest. "Why yes, good fellow. I am the one called Henric. Hope my latest work didn't harm you in any way!" he shouted down as he made his way slowly to the floor. "I do hope you're not here to eat me!" Henric joked at the wildcat, stopping his climb down at the lowest branch, just above Leandar's head. "What can I do for you, good sir?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 12:00 am
Leandar smirked, watching the creature make his way down the trunk. Well if I did want to eat... You couldn't do anything," the wildcat thought. Henrik seemed slow to him, perhaps that was because of the speed and agility training he was doing lately. The sand does wonders for the muscles. At any rate, he would extend his hand for Henrik to shake once he got to the ground floor. "My name is Leandar, and I've come all the way from Hallowmarl, in order to seek your craftsmenship." Leandar chose to be very formal, in hopes of using language to persuade the artisan to help, without much effort. Raising his broken dulcimer into view, he continued; "I broke this," he said casually. "I smashed it over some guys head when I was very, very inebriated. Can you fix it?" The wood instrument was missing chunks of wood, but hopefully it wasn't beyond repair.
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