During that terrible blizzard, Faro and Detlef came up with a plan. If another heavy snow or other hazardous weather came on again, Faro would pack his necessities, close shop, and move to Detlef's house at the stables. For safety and practical reasons, of course. That way they could see each other without risking life and limb, and not waste fuel heating two homes.
The definition of 'necessities' to Faro is probably more than Detlef was expecting. He didn't want to try and wrangle a handcart through the streets and over the ice, so he's done his best to compress everything down so he only needs to make a few trips from his place to the stables.
By trip three instead of carrying it, he's simply dragging his cargo -a chest with several bags tied to the top- down the lane, desperately wishing he'd borrowed a cart.
Also he's decided to stop experimenting with winter clothing and just wear the fancy white fur and goldwork cloak he made, since he's been talking it up to everyone about how good it would be at keeping out the cold. It works just as well as he hoped! Except its so glitzy that he feels like some kind of exasperated wedding-specter as he tries to keep his footing.
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During one of the earlier trips, it's not him that slips. A local farmer heading uphill with a bulging sack full of produce over his shoulder stops to wipe his brow and begins to tip over backwards. He and Faro reach for each other at the same time, stopping him from fully falling down (barely), but alas, perhaps the man should've tied his sack closed better.
"My cabbages!" wails the merchant as his goods spill out of the bag and tumble down the lane.
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During that terrible blizzard, Faro and Detlef came up with a plan. If another heavy snow or other hazardous weather came on again, Faro would pack his necessities, close shop, and move to Detlef's house at the stables. For safety and practical reasons, of course. That way they could see each other without risking life and limb, and not waste fuel heating two homes.
The definition of 'necessities' to Faro is probably more than Detlef was expecting. He didn't want to try and wrangle a handcart through the streets and over the ice, so he's done his best to compress everything down so he only needs to make a few trips from his place to the stables.
By trip three instead of carrying it, he's simply dragging his cargo -a chest with several bags tied to the top- down the lane, desperately wishing he'd borrowed a cart.
Also he's decided to stop experimenting with winter clothing and just wear the fancy white fur and goldwork cloak he made, since he's been talking it up to everyone about how good it would be at keeping out the cold. It works just as well as he hoped! Except its so glitzy that he feels like some kind of exasperated wedding-specter as he tries to keep his footing.
[Closed to Kit]
During one of the earlier trips, it's not him that slips. A local farmer heading uphill with a bulging sack full of produce over his shoulder stops to wipe his brow and begins to tip over backwards. He and Faro reach for each other at the same time, stopping him from fully falling down (barely), but alas, perhaps the man should've tied his sack closed better.
"My cabbages!" wails the merchant as his goods spill out of the bag and tumble down the lane.