Sliver
2012-08-11, 01:19 PM
Commoner Kilvin was approaching the city of Mohora along with his caravan. Quite a few of the members of the caravan came from his home town or the areas around, not many of them knew a language besides their racial one. Kilvin was there not only to help them communicate with the citizens of Mohora, but sometimes even among each other.
It sounded very odd at first. To assemble a caravan of creatures that couldn't talk among themselves? Kilvin knew little of the purpose of the Festival, but he knew that it meant to be something big that would involve the people of Mohora.
The carriage that carried Kilvin also contained a couple of dwarfs covered with black and red tattoos, a female orc that seemed more like a scaly lizard than an orc and an elven female that looked like she is going to vomit every minute now for the entire journey.
The caravan pulled to a stop slowly. One of the dwarfs glanced outside. "What is it?" Asked the other dwarf in dwarven.
"City guards." He replied in dwarven. "Checking the entire caravan, that would take a while..."
The orc female looks puzzled, but the elf only looks relieved that they stopped.
It sounded very odd at first. To assemble a caravan of creatures that couldn't talk among themselves? Kilvin knew little of the purpose of the Festival, but he knew that it meant to be something big that would involve the people of Mohora.
The carriage that carried Kilvin also contained a couple of dwarfs covered with black and red tattoos, a female orc that seemed more like a scaly lizard than an orc and an elven female that looked like she is going to vomit every minute now for the entire journey.
The caravan pulled to a stop slowly. One of the dwarfs glanced outside. "What is it?" Asked the other dwarf in dwarven.
"City guards." He replied in dwarven. "Checking the entire caravan, that would take a while..."
The orc female looks puzzled, but the elf only looks relieved that they stopped.