Threats to Folen Smelvo
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Folen Smelvo the trader goes to speak to the elders of the camp, and reports a sickly looking Gaij hin with pale grey skin and greasy hair.
"Well i'm all up fer the camp members from tradin to tha gaij out o' tha camp, - but this un got one o tha' campers to buy im a cloak and then sell it im roight in front o me.. - even asked nice like fer tha camper Sa'bek tepay me tha' profit 'e made fer god will"
"When the little fark failed te pay me tha' profits rightfully mine, im and Sa'bak a camp member tried te threaten me""I will take me trade someplace else if tha' little fark isn't banned from 'ere.. i dont like gaij threatenin me.."
"Tha' Isendir an Sa'bek need te be watched if tha' fark of a hin is their friend"
((Enemy of Gypsy Camp Token given to Seaeak Vilehand. The name of this character is NOT to be metagamed. Recognizing him SHOULD be difficult.))
[Edited by Kerby to make the character description more general]
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Tyche chuckles and waves a hand in the air, nonchalantly dismissing Tala's concern.
"Oye, s'alright, I only kid . . . Mi'lady." Ty grins.
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tala narrows her eyes she is barely fifteen summers old… Don't you mi'lady her.
keeps a close eye out for people spending too much time around star especially the male sort.
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Sitting against the tree southwest of the Camp Fires with his knee propped up and idly resting an arm on it, dangling his hand limply while absently running a coin from finger to finger, Tyche smirks his gambler's smirk and swishes a bottle of wine around with his free hand.
"That was just foolish, directly undercutting the camp profits like that . . . " He takes a pull from his wine and sighs. "A li'l, green halfing with greasy hair shouldn't be to hard to spot, at least . . . " Ty pauses, taking another swig of wine. "And if Foilir comes 'round to toss hins, remind me not to be here."
Star scampers by, peeks around the tree Tyche is against, then leans over Ty's shoulder to move his jacket and examine his plain, leather-rope belt. Raising an eyebrow, Tyche grins halfway and looks up at Star. "That could be taken in quite the wrong fashion, mi'lady." He laughs, then finishes off the Romani wine with a few gulps.
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Star is seen scampering as usual but seems to be taking an unhealthy interest in everyones belts, necks and wrists, even going so far as to pull up sleeves and lift pouches aside, obviously looking for something on each of them.
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at the fire a night later tala looks to elrin
Oh Foilir said he'd be happy to show us hin tossing lessons. He got very excited in fact. I think as soon as the war is over he'll come down to give people lessons.
tala chuckles and then goes back to working some oil into her leathers
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A very small hin clad in black has been spotted on a number of occasions, running from tree to tree. When pursued, she races away, dissapearing somewhere along the road to Norwick.
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Arandor laughs heartily upon hearing the news and claps Folen on the shoulder
"You know what this means…." he says with a grin.
"This means we'll probably get to do some hin-tossing…"
He turns to Tala.
"Love… Send word to Foilir. He'll probably want to give me some tips..."
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the eyes of the hin is black and impenetrable, his gaze fixed upon the camp
"you will pay for this folen…..." the hin hisses.....
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One one of his frequent visits to the Camp, Devath (still being a Gali despite having moved to the Heyokarr camp to look after his newborn son), hears of the threats made. He takes careful note of the hin's description, before continuing on his path, mumbling about respect.
