<b>The Grand Avenue, near Castle Auxcora (Milka / Edelle)</b><br/><br/>She laughed pleasantly.  "Well, then that is what the peasants are for.  Maybe we can find a nice crumpet one day and shove a few down her throat, kick back with a drink or two and watch the show."  She cackles a bit, finding the entire idea far too amusing.<br/><br/>She listened to Milka's long explanation of what her job and pay are like.  Sorting and categorizing all the information she is given and nodding.  "Yes, we will need to see about fixing that a bit.  Perhaps I will find a few other projects for you in the near future that will lead to something more long term.  If I like the results, I will put you under my employ full time which in short means I will help keep your... personal stocks supplied.  But we are getting ahead of ourselves..."  She grinned.<br/><br/>"Now, a drink at the end of a long day in the market.  That sounds lovely, let's do that," referring to the suggestion of stopping by the pub before returning to the palace.  "I take it most of Auxcora has cellar spaces?  Or is it a complex linking the buildings?  We have something like that back home.  Much more convenient to roll the barrels and goods from the docks thought the Undercity to the individual businesses.  Keeps the streets above clearer for travel."  She looks around at the crowded streets.  "Looks like even the Grand Avenue suffers its own congestions."<br/><br/>She waves it off and points down the way.  "On we go then!  We do we begin to find all of our.... goodies?" she cackles again.  Obviously, she was enjoying the little adventure and her new companion.  She looked about with excited eyes at all the colors and people.  She often eyed the commoner like a wolf.<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="https://www.bikerdream.de/touren/tschechien/vorlagen/_MG_0205_S_piro.jpg" src="https://www.bikerdream.de/touren/tschechien/vorlagen/_MG_0205_S_piro.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>Soon they had come to the area where the Carnival was still taking place.  Madam Fastima was still crying out about the show to gain attention, bouncing about screaming out her commentary of the actors and shows.  The bards were starting up a rauchus chorus while the acrobats got all wound up again, performing a wild tumbling act.<br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="https://gymnasticscoaching.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/acrobats.jpg" src="https://gymnasticscoaching.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/acrobats.jpg" style=""/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://en.people.cn/mediafile/201110/25/F201110251717211277259281.jpg" src="http://en.people.cn/mediafile/201110/25/F201110251717211277259281.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>"Well now, would you look at that..." she said, seeming to be genuinely impressed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>