Summer 16th 511 AV Mortemor dressed heavily, layering on two pairs of socks under her long beige trousers and into her sturdy snow-stained boots. She also tucked an extra pair of gloves into her long sleeve shirt just in case. On top of this she threw on her favorite winter cloak that was a bright and vivid color of violet, and it shimmered lightly as its material was ruffled. “Cloak… Check… Socks…Check… Purse… Check!” Mortemor checked each item respectively, making sure she hadn’t been absent minded and accidentally misplaced something important to her. With all things accounted for, Thane went on her way. Today, Mortemor had decided to return to the market place; strictly on tourism business. She had been in Avanthal for a short time now, and she figured it was about time she got out of her small (yet unbelievably comfortable,) room, and out into the city where she could track down some souvenirs for home, and something native to eat. After filling her appetite for something warm and delicious, and adding a few luxury items to her pack, she planned to head for the throne room later today. The main market street was dotted with frosted log cabins, each with its own shop sign hanging over its door. Asking around the busy trading post for the best place to eat or shop rewarded her with information on a market central, called Frozen Falls, where its emporium was base around a perpetually frosted over waterfall. The redheaded halfing was more than excited to see that, and went on about her way scouring the market place for a frozen cascade of water. A sudden scent that wafted through the light but chilly breeze tickled at her nostrils and right away she could tell she was nearing a business involving food. Having an enormous love of good food, Morte had begun to salivate just thinking of what could be roasting over the spit. She mindlessly let her feet carry her down a long road, flanked on both sides with smaller log cabins and fluted with smaller alleyways that broke away on other streets. |