Coqoj 6th,4288: 175 Days in the Mortal Realm
The rest of our travels were uneventful. Gemmel kept vigil at night and ever so often would leave to go ‘take care’ of something.
The morning we arrived to the Elven Kingdom borders was quite the sight to see. Tents and pavilions were pitched in the valley beneath us. Banners and flags of various colors were speckled about the place. People moving about. We could see other travelers ahead all headed to the Carnival like we were.
“Again, I’m only allowed here to participate in this fair. So a, what we’ll do is keep an eye out for a couple of representatives of the Wizard Conclave. There’s always a few of them milling about. They should be able to help us with your situation,” Gemmel told me as we approached the line of travelers waiting to enter the Carnival.
“Can. You. De.tect. Evil?” I asked. I’m glad Gemmel knows of folk who could help me, but I also suspected that if they were evil that my chances of being with them wouldn’t be favorable.
“In a way,” Gemmel responded, “but don’t worry. We’ll be safe. This is a neutral ground hence why I’m allowed.”
“Just. Wor.ried. Wrong. Peo.ple. Fig.gure. Out. Who. I. Am,” I explained.
“Oh I think it’ll be pretty obvious to most of the sellers here that you’re not a natural lizard.”
“No... I. Worry. They’ll. Know. My. Real. Name.”
“Oh, that. Nah. Very few magics in this world can do that.”
“If. Name. Comes. Up. Call. Me. Ser.rin. Still.”
“Okay.”
We get to the check in and we’re escorted to Gemmel’s spot where he can set up spot. They are very nervous about him and talk somewhat curtly to him. I’m curious as to what it was he did in the Elven Kingdom that they would ban him, but welcome him (somewhat) for Carnival.
The elves seeing to his placement and following of the rules, drew a line around his wagon to define the extent of his spot he was to stay in. Gemmel is ever friendly with them despite their curtness toward him. I wonder when I would be content to accept people judging and treating me so?
“You. Think. You’ll. Ever. Tell. Me. Why. They. Have. Such. Re.straints. On. You?” I pried. Gemmel gives me a funny look.
“You think it’s important?”
I suppose it wasn’t. His character now obviously wasn’t reflective of whatever bad choices he made in his past. But still, I couldn’t help but wonder.
“I. Like. Hear.ing. Stor.ies.”
“Well, this isn’t really a story...” Gemmel trailed off. I figured it’d be best to leave it at that and not push him. He has been more than kind to me, best not change that.
“Okay, Serrin. We’ll be here about 7 days. I’ll keep my eye peeled for someone from the Wizard Conclave seeing that I can’t go any further than this here line,” Gemmel points to the boundary the elves had made moments before.
“Can’t. You. Tell. Me. What. The. Folk. Look. Like. From. Con.clave?”
“I doubt you’ll be able to recognize them with your eyes.” Gemmel said. He was right. I hadn’t noticed, but everything was very bright. It would make sense why I was able to see better at night, but yeah. Everything kind of blurs together if I don’t focus.
“You’re welcome to go where you want,” Gemmel told me.
“I’m. Not. Go.ing. Any. Fur.ther. Than. This. Leash. Will. Let. Me,” I said. There was no way I was going to wander off. Like Gemmel said, someone could very well pick me up and take me home or worse. Gemmel gave a soft chuckle.
“You can go anywhere with this leash. I mean, anywhere.
“Well. I’m. Stay.ing. Here. Then.” Gemmel chuckled some more as he puttered about setting up shop. Here was hoping he’d be able to find someone soon seeing that there were already thousands of folk milling about; taking in the festivities that folks without worries could enjoy.
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