<span style="font-family: Old English Text MT;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">King Trystan</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Hearing a knock on the door, Trystan's violin stopped. He looked to his clock and saw that it was precisely nine chimes. Right on schedule. Dropping the instrument and the bow, he spoke.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Come in Amaltheia."</span>He said in a soft, yet authoritative tone. His voice held a natural tone of authority. Perhaps it came from babysitting the two younger boys so much when they were little. But in his entirety, he was as soft and adaptive as the water which he controlled.<br/><br/>He took a seat at his table that was set that morning for tea as it usually was for himself and Amaltheia so he could listen to her report. He took the liberty of pouring them each a cup whilst she came in and he dropped a couple of cubes of sugar into his own before stirring at it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"How are you this morning?"</span><br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111606">@Rethwyn</a><br/><br/><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #00FFFF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Seraphina Octavia </span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>After sitting in the cold for approximately two hours with no takers for her wares, Seraphina sighed and began to pack up. But an idea struck her. What if she were to go sell near the castle? That seemed like a good plan. Wealthy noblemen hanging around, perhaps some guards in need of enchantments for their armor and weaponry... It was perfect. And she couldn't very well go home with nothing lest it be a wasted trip. A girl needed money to eat.<br/><br/>She hurriedly packed up her wares and headed off. Looking around as she got near the castle, she found an empty stand closer to the walls.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"This seems like it will do."</span>She began to set up shop again, but this time, another patron, one who was late had come along, and she didn't seem happy to see that someone had beaten her to her usual spot.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing on my stand?"<br/><br/>Seraphina looked rather shocked.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"I'm just preparing to sell me goods miss..."</span><br/><br/><br/>((No one has given Seraphina any activity yet, and I wasn't sure if anyone would be game, so I just tagged the peeps I knew had characters in mekova currently.))<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111159">@Blackmarket Salesman</a>@Goatboy19<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111783">@turtleteapot</a>