Daggerford Market:
Griswolde contentedly takes in the sounds and smells of the open market, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses to cover his eyes, before starting to walk alongside Dmitri with his cane. At the approach of the little halfling girl he cracks a smile, slightly crooked with years yet still giving off an air of dignity and refinement. "Yes, the finest one you have," he says with an amused chuckle, though it didn't seem like he was patronizing the child. "I trust that you have an eye for these things -- beter than my old ones, at least."
Beaming at the compliments the halfling girl skips back to her grandmother and whispers into her ear, before the latter playfully shakes her head and speaks back to her in rapid-fire syllables, the high-pitched Halfling language always noticeable by its peppy tone. Nodding enthusiastically she hops into one of the nearby wagons, seemingly mostly filled with personal affects and brewing gear. Fumbling around she eventually pulls out with a small bottle in hand and walks back over to Dmitri and Griswolde to present it.
"Yesiree, this here is a specialty of Whisperwind Farms, one o' the finest vineyards and breweries 'round these parts" she starts, tapping the bottle twice as its dark green hue shines in the daylight. "Light n' sweet, best friends with the fish they catch down at the docks. 10 gold fer it, yeah?" At the end of her practiced speech she merely smiles in reply, hoping she did alright.
"That sounds like a steal," Griswolde replies, turning his head in the direction of the grandma. Though they didn't lock eyes they shared smiles, and the doctor turns back to Dmitri and gestures to the girl. "Well? I suppose we ought to take the offer, she drives a hard bargain."
Griswolde contentedly takes in the sounds and smells of the open market, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses to cover his eyes, before starting to walk alongside Dmitri with his cane. At the approach of the little halfling girl he cracks a smile, slightly crooked with years yet still giving off an air of dignity and refinement. "Yes, the finest one you have," he says with an amused chuckle, though it didn't seem like he was patronizing the child. "I trust that you have an eye for these things -- beter than my old ones, at least."
Beaming at the compliments the halfling girl skips back to her grandmother and whispers into her ear, before the latter playfully shakes her head and speaks back to her in rapid-fire syllables, the high-pitched Halfling language always noticeable by its peppy tone. Nodding enthusiastically she hops into one of the nearby wagons, seemingly mostly filled with personal affects and brewing gear. Fumbling around she eventually pulls out with a small bottle in hand and walks back over to Dmitri and Griswolde to present it.
"Yesiree, this here is a specialty of Whisperwind Farms, one o' the finest vineyards and breweries 'round these parts" she starts, tapping the bottle twice as its dark green hue shines in the daylight. "Light n' sweet, best friends with the fish they catch down at the docks. 10 gold fer it, yeah?" At the end of her practiced speech she merely smiles in reply, hoping she did alright.
"That sounds like a steal," Griswolde replies, turning his head in the direction of the grandma. Though they didn't lock eyes they shared smiles, and the doctor turns back to Dmitri and gestures to the girl. "Well? I suppose we ought to take the offer, she drives a hard bargain."