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It was midday on the 15th, and the Riverland festival was in full swing the first of ten days of festivities, all across the entirety of Zaichaer. Within the Knob, the festivities were largely centered along the expanse of the Copper Cut. The stalls directly lining the road, on both sides, were food and drink predominately, and widely diverse, due to the high non-human population of the Knob. The smell of cooking meats and abundances of spices filled the air, accompanied by the sounds of sizzling skillets and woks. The weather was cool, but the heat from the fires kept the road a bit warmer than normal, floated along by the cooking smoke.
On the south side of the road, behind the food and drink stalls, games of skill and chance, small shows and performances were in abundance. The back row, on the edges of the cliffs, overlooking the residential neighborhoods, were all music stalls, playing so that the entire Knob could hear them perform.
And Franky had closed his tavern for the daytime services, though it would reopen for the evening, for it was Dancing Night. He wished to enjoy the first day of the festival, and was doing so standing before a game stall. The concept was simple. There was a sea of colored pegs on the opposite side of the counter. Five coppers gave Franky five colored rings made of wood. The object was to toss the rings and match the colors. One match gave nothing. Two matches gave your money back. Three matches gave you one of the many small trinkets on the lowest shelf behind the vendor. Four matches gave you one of the medium sized trinkets, mostly stuffed animals on the middle of the shelves. And five matches gave you one of the big prizes on the top shelf, ranging from large animals to musical instruments to fancy drinking flagons.
Franky was on his third hand of throwing, and he'd only managed to get two matches at best so far. The stall was large enough, four to five people could play at the same time. The vendor was a Lysanrin man, who hung many of the colored rings on his horns and greeted everyone with a big smile and hearty laughter. He promised that the game was hard and challenging, but came by honestly. Anytime someone accused him of greasing the pegs, he'd let them pick any of them, and he'd unscrew them, and let them see for themselves.
"Come on, no one has managed to hit all five since I opened, surely one of you can manage it. It's getting embarrassing!"
Franky snorted in a small chuckle, and put down another set of coins to buy another round. "You may not be a cheat, but you're certainly a snake with this game."
The Lysanrin clutched his bare chest, faking a pained look, "You wound me sir!" Then began laughing heartily, which Franky and others around joined in on.
"Step right up! My wife made all of the prizes here and she will be deeply insulted if I come home with a bunch of them! I don't wish to sleep on the couch tonight, so help me out here people!"
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It was midday on the 15th, and the Riverland festival was in full swing the first of ten days of festivities, all across the entirety of Zaichaer. Within the Knob, the festivities were largely centered along the expanse of the Copper Cut. The stalls directly lining the road, on both sides, were food and drink predominately, and widely diverse, due to the high non-human population of the Knob. The smell of cooking meats and abundances of spices filled the air, accompanied by the sounds of sizzling skillets and woks. The weather was cool, but the heat from the fires kept the road a bit warmer than normal, floated along by the cooking smoke.
On the south side of the road, behind the food and drink stalls, games of skill and chance, small shows and performances were in abundance. The back row, on the edges of the cliffs, overlooking the residential neighborhoods, were all music stalls, playing so that the entire Knob could hear them perform.
And Franky had closed his tavern for the daytime services, though it would reopen for the evening, for it was Dancing Night. He wished to enjoy the first day of the festival, and was doing so standing before a game stall. The concept was simple. There was a sea of colored pegs on the opposite side of the counter. Five coppers gave Franky five colored rings made of wood. The object was to toss the rings and match the colors. One match gave nothing. Two matches gave your money back. Three matches gave you one of the many small trinkets on the lowest shelf behind the vendor. Four matches gave you one of the medium sized trinkets, mostly stuffed animals on the middle of the shelves. And five matches gave you one of the big prizes on the top shelf, ranging from large animals to musical instruments to fancy drinking flagons.
Franky was on his third hand of throwing, and he'd only managed to get two matches at best so far. The stall was large enough, four to five people could play at the same time. The vendor was a Lysanrin man, who hung many of the colored rings on his horns and greeted everyone with a big smile and hearty laughter. He promised that the game was hard and challenging, but came by honestly. Anytime someone accused him of greasing the pegs, he'd let them pick any of them, and he'd unscrew them, and let them see for themselves.
"Come on, no one has managed to hit all five since I opened, surely one of you can manage it. It's getting embarrassing!"
Franky snorted in a small chuckle, and put down another set of coins to buy another round. "You may not be a cheat, but you're certainly a snake with this game."
The Lysanrin clutched his bare chest, faking a pained look, "You wound me sir!" Then began laughing heartily, which Franky and others around joined in on.
"Step right up! My wife made all of the prizes here and she will be deeply insulted if I come home with a bunch of them! I don't wish to sleep on the couch tonight, so help me out here people!"
Also, great work both of you! Your imagery painted with words in this has been phenomenal