<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale, Around Mid Afternoon. W1D2-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<hr/><br/>As the usual townsfolk bustled about on their various chores and errands of every day back water life, a ramshackle young man tumbled from a tool shed in the Stonecock's backyard with a clatter. No doubt he stubbled there drunk as a skunk, slamming open the door of where from the looks of him he had spent the night and the better part of this morning as it was maybe a few hundred feet from the Vine and Horn's front door to there.<strong>"By the horrific and maligned genital gods! This is a hellofa fine way ta wake Peldor old son,"</strong>he grumbled squinting in the bright afternoon's light. Getting to his feet he dusted off the sleeves of his fine green long coat. He licked his palms, and noticing that did not work spit in them, before running his hands through his hair straightening it. Satisfied, he tugged on his shirt bottom to remove a few wrinkles. Then snatching up his staff, which he seemed to have used the night before as a makeshift bar on the door (although how it was supposed to work on the outside was beyond the sober mind), and Peldor began strolling away as pleased as punch.<br/><br/><strong>"Right! Let's see about breakfast,"</strong>he spoke out loud to himself as he slapped his palms together and began rubbing them back and forth. He fished his coin pouch from his coat pocket and with a frown turned the small leather bag upside down over his palm. A fine trickle of dust and some twine fell out.<strong>"Well,"</strong>he looked around with a chagrin.<strong>"Guess I'll hafta do a spot of work for my meal."</strong>He sounded no less than disgusted at the prospect.<strong>"Unless? Maybe?"</strong>He shifted his weight abit and stomped his feet before his eyes widened in surprise and relief. Then he started hopping on one foot as he tugged off his right boot. He held it up and began shaking the offending boot as if it owed him money. Because in a way it did for out dropped a shiny gold coin.<br/><br/><strong>"Whew!"</strong>He exhaled as he reached down and picked up the wayward coin while balanced on one bare foot.<strong>"Almost had ta work..."</strong><br/><br/>He grinned and with a flick he sent the coin spinning straight up in the air before snatching it back up. He quickly got his boot back on and then headed toward the outskirts of town. He was not about to pay for eggs if the chickens gave them away for free.