A Mingle!

[cobanpcs]

Who: YOU!!
When: Early Day 9 and onwards.
Where: A city corner!
What: WISHING WELL(s?)

At some point during the night a wishing well appeared in the corner, maybe it was a garbage can a second ago and you saw it blur, maybe it was a fire hydrant, maybe you just hadn't seen it before, but there it is!

There's a sign next to it reading: "Toss a coin, make a wish!"
(WISHES NOT GUARANTEED TO COME TRUE)

Maybe you don't have a coin, but Coba's got your back; there's a pail full of coins next to the well.

So go on, make a wish. Or spy on other people making wishes (Or steal the coins). Surely nothing can possibly go wrong.

Comments

[fistallday]

[ He resists the urge to pat this other tiny Hyur on the top of their head. ]

Great beasts all o'er the land! Sometimes even Odin 'imself pops up in the Shroud. 'tis a dark time for young adventurers when tha' happens.

[keymash]

I don't know if we have a lot of great beasts around here.

[fistallday]

A shame, mate. Would nae want me fists gettin' bored.

[keymash]

Wait, do you hunt things by punching them? That's . . . hardcore.

[fistallday]

[ Runs a MIGHTY MEATY HUGE MAN HAND through his hair, putting all his weight on his left leg and taking up a relaxed pose. ]

Me fists are me weapons, mate. Always been me weapon o' choice.

[keymash]

That's actually really cool.

[fistallday]

Nae sure what you mean by tha', but 'tis me wife who has the ice magics.

[keymash]

No, no, cool in the sense that it's amazing.

[fistallday]

[ Ahhh. Now he gets it. Some... other-world slang. ]

Aye, 'tis true! I am nae the only one, but definitely the one'o the biggest.

Me name's a bit 'ard for Hyur ter say, so let's just use "Dori." A pleasure, mate.

[keymash]

Dori, cool. Like a hobbit except . . . taller. And . . . . studlier.

I'm Peter.

[fistallday]

[ Heh, "studlier." He'll save that one to tell his wife. ]

What sort o' place ye hail from, Peter?

[keymash]

New York? It's a city in America.

[fistallday]

That does nay tell me nothin', mate. I could say me hometown is Limsa Lominsa in Eorzea, but 'tis just werds. My home now is out in the dry, hot desert. An' you?

[keymash]

Uhh, I'm from the city. Lots of tall buildings?

[fistallday]

We talkin' highly advanced and technological, lotsa shiny lights, or old and dusty?

[keymash]

It's kind of similar to what this place looks like.

[fistallday]

[ The little "aha!" moment is clearly visible on his face... the face that is way up in the stratosphere for most people, apparently. ]

A busy, noisy life, then! Plenty o' markets and people at the pubs!

[keymash]

Uh . . . sure. Close enough?