It is the work of an entire morning for Tuo to dig himself out of his wagon, and by the time he's created a small perimeter around the entryway he's far too exhausted to do more than rest. So rest he does, an artfully woven blanket draped around his shoulders and a warm mug of fragrant tea clasped between both his gloved hands.
He has tucked himself comfortably into the small doorway to his little home and is watching the edge of the woods, evidently content to daydream until something (or someone) happens along to interrupt him.
II. Fete! (The Second Night)
The peculiar puppeteer might lead a solitary, nomadic existence out of necessity, but he is drawn like a moth to flame by the prospect of lively music, laughter, and good company. Perhaps he even steps out a time or two to dance--it has been known to happen, though his dancing might better be described as capering--but what he is most interested in is seating himself near the minstrels, to better hear the lyrical ballads as the young soprano outdoes herself.
Once she is finished, he applauds with clear delight and hops up to fish some coin out of his change purse to tip her generously. ...At this rate, he is going to run out of money long before the pass is clear of snow again.
OTA!
It is the work of an entire morning for Tuo to dig himself out of his wagon, and by the time he's created a small perimeter around the entryway he's far too exhausted to do more than rest. So rest he does, an artfully woven blanket draped around his shoulders and a warm mug of fragrant tea clasped between both his gloved hands.
He has tucked himself comfortably into the small doorway to his little home and is watching the edge of the woods, evidently content to daydream until something (or someone) happens along to interrupt him.
II. Fete! (The Second Night)
The peculiar puppeteer might lead a solitary, nomadic existence out of necessity, but he is drawn like a moth to flame by the prospect of lively music, laughter, and good company. Perhaps he even steps out a time or two to dance--it has been known to happen, though his dancing might better be described as capering--but what he is most interested in is seating himself near the minstrels, to better hear the lyrical ballads as the young soprano outdoes herself.
Once she is finished, he applauds with clear delight and hops up to fish some coin out of his change purse to tip her generously. ...At this rate, he is going to run out of money long before the pass is clear of snow again.
IV. Wildcard
(go nuts, I'll roll with whatever)