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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Dawn
[color=Lightblue]Location[/color]: The road Northwest to Moonelf village
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: NPC (Fintan) 
[color=Lightblue]Ambience[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65TV8jhp9Ns]On the road[/url]

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Ilan was feeling refreshed after his short nap, and on his way out of the forest he gathered some medicinal plants to take with him on the road. It would probably be a while before he would see another forest, since he was going back on the road. At the edge of the forest he spotted a large tree with summer peaches. He squealed in delight and hastily made his way over there, forgetting all about the dirt roads stretching away from him. As he closed the distance he could smell the sweet aroma of the slightly flat sunset colored fruits. It made his heart jump for joy as he could easily eat his weight in these fruits, eating them for breakfast, lunch and desert. It was however always a challenge to get some, as he couldn't climb trees. He did however has his trusted slingshot. Standing at the foot of the tree, Ilan squinted his eyes to get a better look at te branches, trying to determine which one carried the ripest fruits. Those he could eat right away, he needed the less ripe ones to take with him on his travels. 

He readied a stone in his slingshot and aimed at one of the branches, sticking out his tongue as he concentrated on his aim. With a grunt he flung a stone at the midsection of one of the branches, thick enough so it wouldn't break, but thin enough to tremble and send peaches falling down on the ground. The first attempt didn't do much, aside from ruffle the branch. A couple of leaves fell down but no fruit. He frowned and looked at his slingshot, as if it was to blame. He wasn't easily discouraged so he gave it another try. This time with success. Ilan kept it up until he had a drawstring bag filled up to the brim with peaches, it almost didn't close. After he was done he at one and made sure to plant the seed somewhere close to the tree, so another would hopefully grow. 

After about an hour traveling on foot Ilan still hadn't seen any signs or directions and his bag was getting awfully heavy. He let out a groan and blew out a tired breath which puffed up his cheeks. Soon he was dragging his hooves over the dirt road, regretting his decision of carrying so much weight with him. He ate as many as he could, until his stomach started to feel weird that is. The sound of hooves in the distance caught his attention, it was too far away to see, but Ilan could tell it was coming from behind him. It became louder and he could make out a horse along with a cart full of what smelled like hay. The driver was wearing a hat and didn't seem to be armed in any way. Ilan lightened his step until the driver caught up to him. 

[color=Gray]"Good day there, young traveler!"[/color] The driver stopped his cart and drew up next to Ilan. The man seemed to be a farmer of sorts, he had tools to work the land stacked up behind him in between the bundles of hay. He took of his hat to reveal a set of horns, like that of a bull, hooves peeked out underneath his overalls. A cheery kind of fellow he greeted the faun with a cheerful smile. 

[color=Gray]"Where are you off to on this fine day?"[/color] He asked while picking some pieces of straw from his clothes, in an effort to look more presentable. Ilan smiled back relieved to see another demihuman. 

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He weighed his options momentarily. The prospect of walking for another couple of hours wasn't really that appealing. He opened up the drawstring bag he was holding in his arms and showed his prized fruits to the farmer. The farmer raised his brows and inspected the wares. 

[color=Gray]"Are those......, summer peaches?"[/color] The bull demihuman said sounding surprised. Ilan figured the tree wasn't commonplace where the man was from. He put his hat back on to shield his eyes from the sun. 

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 Ilan exclaimed proudly, smiling happily. The young faun pointed towards the back of the cart. 
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[color=Gray]"Sounds like music to my ears young faun, hop on!"[/color] 

Ilan handed the bag to the farmer and jumped onto the back of the cart, which was an easy feat for his deer legs. 
[color=Gray]"For a boy your size you sure can jump..."[/color] The farmer said, somewhat impressed by Ilans natural aptitude. He continued to introduce himself as Ilan made himself comfortable in the hay.
[color=Gray]"I'm Fintan"[/color]

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He said with a small smile. There was a familial kind of feeling to Fintan. He could tell he wasn't from here but he was still a farmer. The kind of people Ilan grew up with. Ilan gestured towards the bundles of hay. 
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He asked twisting a piece around his fingers.

[color=Gray]"You go ahead kid, I've got enough to go around."[/color] Fintan said scratching the back of his head. There was sure to be a bunch he couldn't use, so really there was no harm in the kid using some. He might even make a buck selling some of the baskets. He sure as hell didn't know how to do it, let alone have the patience for it. 

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Ilan said, letting himself flop down on his back. The hay was itchy and dry. After a while of looking up at a mostly cloudless sky, trying to make out shapes he started on his first basket.  

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