[center][u][color=aba000][h1]Birch[hr][/h1][/color][/u][/center]

Of all the sights he had seen, the breathtaking views of the world on a clear day atop of Mt Frostswallow, the night sky lit up into a thousand tales upon the heavens, the dawn of the world after a long nights fight, nothing could really match up to sheer beauty of the sight before him now. The large, burly man in the stall in front of Birch, grunted, spat into a bucket beneath the counter, and handed Birch another kebab of seasoned mystery meats from inside his disorganized counter space. Birch’s eyes flashed with a near frightening amount of hunger and desire. He had bought the first one on a whim , enticed to the stall by the scent of meat cooking and some type of exotic scents he had never smelled before. The first bite had changed his world as the wondrous flavors of spiced and flavored meat overwhelmed his taste buds.

Luckily, it had been easy for him to sprint back to the stall. Strangely, no one else seemed to be purchasing from his stall and instead and were going to the ones near the side painted bright white and selling some kind of baked goods, even going so far as to give the roughly built wooden stall a big berth. Birch took the second kebab reverently and looked upon the burly chef with awe in his eyes. [color=aba000] “Thank you cook, I will never forget the masterpiece you have made for me today. You will forever be welcome in my clan halls on Mt. Frostswallow.”[/color]

The cook looked back at him again, grunted, and spat in his bucket once more.

Birch continuing the peaceful city with all its incredible sights. Even just the amount of people wandering around was mind boggling. Before he had arrived, he may not have believed there were this money people in the entire world, let alone this city. Earlier in the day, Birch had traded some of the finer furs that he hunted from the mountain so he had enough coin to get him through the week quite comfortably. Glancing around and spending a moment to adjust the well worn axe strapped to his back. He had also bought an outfit fit for tonight’s ceremony where he was supposed to sit in the nobles section. He was not sure exactly what the current fashion was, but some of the tales the skalds had told came with some descriptions so he based it off that. His [url=https://sep.yimg.com/ca/I/brandsonsale-store_2271_473802042]fine new clothes[/url] were uncomfortable and tight against his muscled arms and his large collar made it extremely difficult to keep his axe where it should be. He sighed at the sacrifices that had to be made for fashion, though he was somewhat confused as to why the only place he could find the ensemble was a costume shop. Maybe nobles had more private stores?

As he walked around the city, he heard the faint sounds of familiar music bounced through the streets. Giving a small smile, he walked quickly, his large frame maneuvering nimbly around the other people enjoying the festival keeping one hand on his axe to prevent it from knocking into someone accidently. He rounded the corner and found large fountain overlooking much of the city with Ramsas playing with his magic band. He grinned in appreciation and enjoyed the music immensely feeling the notes pleasing sounds. He waited till the song was done, and began applauding loudly, his large hands making sonorous booms. 

[color=aba000]“Wonderful, Ramsas! Wonderful!”[/color]

[@Th3King0fChaos]