[center][h1][color=plum]Niara Rootwick[/color][/h1]
[h3]~ Rehabilitating Hamlet ~[/h3]
[@Remram][@Expendable][@Xaltwind][/center]

Oh, now that was a spectacle. Chickenmancy? The way the sudden magic display seemed to completely disorient the dwarf from the earlier spat was.. rather comical, honesty.[color=plum] “He popped, and all the pressure came out.”[/color]

The elf gave a chuckle as the dwarf went to offer her name, only to realize he didn’t have it. She smiled, offering a nod of her head in a meager bow,[color=plum] “Niara,”[/color] her offering readily filled the void where the absence of her name had been.[color=plum] “I’m not sure how much this will come out to, but I’m sure it’ll be useful for something. I’m glad our friend there, ah.. Yingmei, brought proper farming tools. I’ve only things for gardening, fool me.”[/color] She chuckled, willing to count it as a good fortune, and not a near disaster.

[color=plum] “As Brom says, take your pick, deary. I’m sure, as we all get settled in, we can work out the best place for it, but I think things may yet be a touch too chaotic to say for sure. An inn, you said? Hmm.. we may have use for those wheat seeds, yet, even without that mill.. The shy girl over there is a farmer, see her? The one with the chicken - the.. white one,"[/color] she glanced over her shoulder at the.. chickenmancer.. that had just summoned [i]blue[/i] chickens.[color=plum] "We just came from a successful search for farmland. An inn needs food and drink, right? I’m sure she could use your support next time she goes out.”[/color]

[color=plum] “But! We’ve called first dibs on you, good sir.”[/color] She laughed again while she continued to process the rice, as Brom had shown her,[color=plum] “don’t run away from helping with tonight’s meal, now.”[/color]