TyronThorsson  Tyron woke up and it was later than he had anticipated. Usually Tyron was one of the first creatures to stir in Skane but today the sun had already risen. Sounds of birds and the bustling of the market fount their way to his ears. He stood from his bed stretching his naked toned body as he looked around the room not seeing Vixen anywhere. ‘She must be in the forest,’ He thought to himself and made his way to a chest which had some clothes in it. On his way he passed a tub of warm sudsy water that the slaves of the great hall had prepared for him, He splashed some on his chest haphazardly before delving into the chest of clothes. He picked out some tight black leather pants that had been tanned and worked with celtic knots running down the fronts of his legs. They compressed his bulky form and showed the muscles of his legs and the bulge of his groin. A belt with three daggers tied his pants up so they wouldn't fall down, and he stuffed his feet into black leather boots that stretched halfway up his calf. He left his chest bare but did put on heavy black coat with traditional viking designs on the shoulders and collar and a huge eagle on the back. He tied fire-red hair back in a braid and stroked his long majestic beard before stepping out of his chambers and putting his slinged-horn over his shoulder. ” Tyron exited the Great Hall moving swiftly through The Crown toward the market island where people were already coming to and fro with their various purchases. Tyron spoke to Vixen in her mind, “Im in the Market if you need Me, Slave.” wherever she might have been, and made his way toward the first booth of the Market. He didn't have anything specific He was looking for, He mostly was there to observe his people, so he leaned up against a post and began to watch.



EmmaBey: Old man Hemming had already reached his usual stall in the market along with his bear who was hooked to his cart of goods. After the cart was in place behind the stall he did his usual thing of letting the bear know it was safe and he grabbed a crate and proceeded around to inside the stall. Moments later a young female appeared carrying multiple crates in hand but the bear was now gone. The woman wore her usual attire of a leather dress with high slits up the side of the skirt. Today the front of the dress was a red color. She had her belt with various tools around her waist along with a fur mantle upon her shoulders. She had her leather boots with pouches and a dagger on the sides of them. As Hemming started unpacking one of the crates he accidentally dropped a small vase and it shattered hitting the ground. Hemming gasped at the action shocked he could have done such a thing as he rubbed his hands. Marianna quickly attended to him examining his hands. "Your hands are acting up again?" She asked him. Hemming nodded to her. "Yes, but it will be fine. I will manage Mari. Don't make a fuss over me. Get this stuff unpacked." Hemming told her. She nodded and went back to unpacking as she spoke. "I am going to see if I can find something to help your hands once we are set up here." Marianna said as she finished unpacking one crate and then went back to the cart for a few more.



GutterMutt  It had been a slow start to the day for the young man, flicking through his pages with a fingrless gloved hand as the tome lay atop the rather barren stall top. He was dressed in a puffy sleeved green shirt that would have been far too baggy for the young mans slender lithe frame if it werent for the apron, shrug and numerous belts laden with tools or supplies of his craft keeping the clothing strapped to his form. Laden like a pack mule it seemed that Maddox left nothing unattended, a satchel across his right side and a massive filled rucksack on his back made it appear he could be ready to leave at a moments notice. A few tinctures, and vials lay corked and scatter in tiny wicker baskets for display and further back on the table were larger flasks each swirling with a vibrant opaque liquid. Bent over the stall as he read through note after note and kept scrawling down possible concotions all the while seemingly shifting his weight from foot to foot making his belts rattle and clatter like bells. looking up on occasion as people passed closer by the stall but with each window shopper or passerby his enthusiasm dwindled until he stopepd lookign up all together and waited for someone to call for his attention. Buisness in the underbelly had been better but the risk of getting stabbed was far far less here so he made do.



Sprainy: -Vixen was walking about within the forest and almost as if she was cinderella the girl got followed by a bunch of animals, birds chirping cheerful where various other animals would inch closer.. some comfortably touching Vixen and those got a gentle pat in return where others were still more hesitant. Vixen herself was dressed in a simple light grey shirt, a brown corset with a floral pattern, brown leather pants and gloves as well as her boots. Pouches, 3 of them along with 2 daggers attached to her thighs which contained various herbs and small vials. Around her neck a necklace, a tusk entangled in chains. Vixens eyes were a darker red then people are known with yet her dirty blonde hair remained the same. The Mare came to a halt as her head leaned back into her neck with a gentle smile upon her lips- "It seems there are no tasks for you on the specific area I've trained you in.. which in all honesty is perfectly fine with me. I however will task you with protecting the forest and the animals within it. I no longer wish to see any hunters butcher my friends and now that there is a forest near Biskbane, the damn fools can use that. Understood?" -4 voices simultaneously spoke with a quick reply before the rusteling of leaves could be heard for just a second before the forest fell completly quiet, even the birds themselfs.- "Understood." -It was then that she heard her Masters voice within her mind, which caused a smile to appear on her lips- "Its time for me to head to the market.. Mōna, Stormy.. come on." -Vixen would put some effort behind her steps and with her speed and agility it was matter of minutes for her to pass the Great Halls outer walls and over the bridge as Stormy had long found her Master resting against a post with Vixen following the peregrine falcons signals till her own eyes rested upon her Master. Upon approaching Him she would bow her head lightly with her voice kind and submissively so spoken out- "Good morning Master Tyron, I did not need You directly.. however it is my duty to be within reach of You just in case You need me." -She followed it up with a slight playful grin- "Oh, actually.. there is one thing. I may or may not have tasked.. You know what.. to protect the forest their animals, anyone hunting there will be dealt with. The numbers of the animals have gone down rapidly but now with the biskbane forest the fools can go hunt there instead of hunting my friends."



TyronThorsson  Tyron had been leaning up against the post letting his eyes wander from merchant to patron to merchant again until he saw a petite looking male with a rucksack tied to his back. Tyron had not seen him before which made him tilt his head like a confused dog in the boys direction. He thought at first that perhaps it was a girl, but no, under closer inspection it was obviously a male. He wasn't sure what sort of breed He was as it seemed humans were becoming more rare than the other myriad of species that had come to fill Skane. Tyron sat there watching the boy curiously and almost didn't realize that Vixen had found him. He took his eyes from the boy to see Vixen as she spoke to him and He smiled at her and nodded at her words. “That is fine, though I would prefer if those hunting weren't immediately decapitated…… have them scared off to Biskane first and if they continue to trespass then feel free to do with them as you please.” His eyes went back to the small boy who seemed to still be going about His business unbeknownst to the fact that he was being observed. Tyron spoke to Vixen once again. “Do you know this boy?” He motioned toward the booth. “He intrigues me. There's something different about that one…… so tiny yet SKane has not swallowed him up….. He's got some knowledge in his eyes……”



EmmaBey: Once Hemming and Marianna had finished setting up their goods in the stall Hemming took a seat on one of the crates behind the stall table as usual. Marianna leaned against the table looking about. It was still a little early and they had just set up so it might take a bit for business to pick up. She figured she would take advantage of the slowness and go look about the market to see if she could find something that might help Hemming's hands. "It's still slow so I am going to go walk about the market for a moment if that is alright Sir?" Hemming looked around and saw what she meant of the slowness. He nodded his head. "Alright but do not stay gone too long. I want you here with me. We come here to sell not shop." Hemming said to her. Marianna nodded. "Yes, Hemming." With that she walked out from behind the stall and started looking around moving from one stall to another. She came across one with a few herbs but nothing that looked like ti would help much. She came to a fruit stall and saw the apples looked rather delicious and decided to get a couple. She paid the merchant what was asked for and placed the apples in a pouch. She then kept on her way looking for something to help her Master. She happened to look and see the Jarl and his slave. Her eyes rolled but they were not messing with her so she paid them no mind at the moment. She came across the stall of a young slender male. She saw he wasn't really paying much attention to things so she glanced around at his goods he had laid out on the table. Her fingertips grazing and touching things as she then spoke up to the male. "Pardon me. I am looking for something inparticular. A salve of some sort perhaps that can help with a person's hands? Its for my Master. He is old and has trouble with his hands. Do you have anything like that?" She looked toward him as she asked her questions and explained what she was looking for.



GutterMutt  It took Maddox a few moments to even register that he had been adressed, half buried in a book and deep in thought he flicked his gaze towards the visitor. His visage was as feminine as his frame, freckles scattering his soft button nose and cheeks but signs of exaustion were aparent everyhwer, deep circles made his eyes seem even brighter in comparsion but deffinatly seemed as if sleep was an elusive target for the young one. Along with his odd manner and strange apearance came a scent so strong that it seemed to mask most of the stall, lavender. It was almost overpowering but it couldnt hide the other smells., metal shavings and a toxic acrid flower smell much like Monkshood. "Uhm... an eldery gentleman with aches in the hand? perhaps trouble grasping objects?" A soft germanic-romanian accented voice seemed to echo from him as he sunk back into thought and began flicking through his pages once more. "Tis the work of time, i can ease this." and to his belt went a dainty pale hand, counting along 4 vials untill the fingerips stopped atop one that looked as if it was filled with lard. "Thiis should be massaged into the joints when stiffness is felt, it should relieve pain and stop the problem from occuring again for a short period. Should be enough for a week." as he absentmindedly handed over the glass container "3 crowns, and another crown each time a refil is required, just return the vial each time." He spoke as if there was no room for error in his words and his assurance was reassuring to some degree but his own physical weakness and exaustion seemed to almost cast a doubt on his goods.



Sprainy: -Nodding her head in response to His words, somewhat unhappy with it but either way she would take care of it. Removing a small piece of paper, a feather and ink from her pouch. Writing down upon the paper with slight adjustment in the task, rolling it up and attaching it to Mōna's collar.- "Bring nei de bosk, Mōna" -The moose-hound darted off as Vixen herself stood back up, shaking her head to her Master questioning if she knew the boy- "No, Master. I do not. Do You wish for me to fetch the boy for You?" -The Mare grinned delightful as various ways of handeling such a task passed her mind.. already playing a eeny, meeny, miny, moe scene within her head whilst her right hand rested on the regular daggers handle, awaiting her Masters instructions eagerly. Vixen didnt care much for the boy or the task given.. but the fact the task came from her Master meant everything to Vixen.-




TyronThorsson  Tyron continued to watch the boy as the bear girl from his previous visit to the marketplace approached and began to peruse the boy's goods. Tyron didn't have any sort of enhanced senses so he could not hear what they were saying but the boys demeanor when tasked with a patron was one of confidence. How could such a frail creature survive in Skane at all, let alone with his confidence intact? The boy was a conundrum to the Jarl and as Vixen sent word to the ‘Ghosts of Skane’ in His forest, Tyron considered her proposition of retrieving the boy for him. Tyron was going to approach him and bring Vixen with him, but it was clear, Vix wanted to serve her Master. His new and improved slave seemed to finally understand that her life only had meaning if she were doing things to please him. Tyron looked to his left across the walkway from the booth that the bear girl and the enigma boy inhabited and saw two empty tables. Tyron smiled to Vixen, “Yes bring him over to us.” and as he said that he lead Vixen over to the tables when he would sit down with his back to the treeline so that he could watch those in the Market approach.



EmmaBey: Marianna could smell the scent of lavender as it seemed to fill the air within the stall. When the male asked if he had trouble grasping things Marianna shook her head. "Aye, he does. It's something happening more and more lately." She said as she watched the young male dig though some vials. When he pulled one out and began speaking about it Marianna looked to it. She took it from him as he handed it to her. She examined the vial and its contents for a moment as he continued speaking. She gave a nod to him before digging into her pouch. She pulled out the coin he had spoke of and placed it on the table before him. She then looked to him and pulled out one of the apples she had gotten from the fruit stall earlier. She placed it down with the coins. "The coin you asked for and an apple. You look as though you could use the nourishment." Marianna said with a slight smile. "Thank you. If this works then I will certainly be returning to retrieve more." Marianna said to him as she then placed the vial in her pouch hooked to her belt. "My Master and I have a stall across the way if you feel like stopping by and taking a look. We sell pottery." Marianna said to him as she gestured down the pathway towards their stall where her Master was waiting for her to return.



GutterMutt  his weary smile wavered from time to time as he seemed pained by something himself but with a nod he gladly took the apple in his grasp leaving the coin on the table, seemingly there were more important things to him than the money he charged especailly seeing as a glas vial of the quality he handed over would cost at least that much to procure in itself. Taking a small bite from the glossy red fruit his eyes trailed off to follow where the woman mentioned, getting easily lost in the bustle as he seemed to give up tracing the path she mentioned to her stall but nodded in response to her invitation. Taking a brief moment to chew and swallow the sweet nourishment before eventually speaking out again. "I'll be sure to come take a look when next i'm on break, I always need replacement bowls" a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he thought back on his clumsiness and used the laughter to keep himself from letting his mind wander off in front of good company.



Sprainy: -Vixen would fold her hands before her body after having followed the Jarl of Skane towards the tables followed with a gentle bow of the head- "Consider it done, Master Tyron." -Her heels digging in the dirt underneath the girls feet and with a half turn she ventured out towards the boys stall that had gotten her Masters interest. Upon coming closer Vixen was able to pick up on part of the conversation yet did not directly gain information from the bear-girls words, slowing down her pace just so she could hear the boys response in the hopes this would bring more information for Vixen to use, perhaps abuse. Sadly, neither his words were of any help and thus Vixen, by now close behind the bear-girl would cough to announce her arrival before appearing besides Hemmings slave. No glance nor words to her with Vixen directly addressing the boy.- "My Master, the Jarl of Skane wishes to speak to you. I ask of you to not deny His invitation and neither linger around before going to Him since you mentioned a break. Your stall and its goods are well guarded in your absence." -Vixen smiled softly towards the boy before she nodded her head upwards to the sky as a loud cacking sound came from high up in the sky- "Nothing goes unnoticed by Stormy's eyes. This I promise, so please.. do follow me as the last thing I wish to do is keep Master Tyron waiting." -The girl smiled once more before gesturing with a hand to follow her as she would head back to her Master not even awaiting a reply simply because Vixen did not think that anyone would deny a invitation from the Jarl Himself.-



TyronThorsson  Tyron stroked his beard as Vixen left his side toward the booth that the boy and the bear girl were at. He watched as a brief conversation broke out between the three and he picked up a mug that had been sitting there with some half drunken mead in it. He polished it off without a care and sat it back down on the table as his eyes watched to see what would happen. Vixen, having apparently requested the boy follow her was on her way back to him now. The electricity in his eyes crackled as he winked in her direction. His head tilted to the side once more as he waited to see if the boy would follow as summoned, but also to see what the bear girl would do. She had seemed easily agitated the last time he saw her, even in the face of Tyrons most lenient behavior. He remembered liking her Master and it confused him why she had acted with hostility. He shook those thoughts out of his head as he continued to observe and wait for his audience with the boy.



EmmaBey: Marianna nodded to the male in response to him saying he might venture over ona break. She then heard the cough that came from behind her. She turned her head to see it was the Jarl's slave. "Bloody hell...." She muttered to herself as she turned her head to the side facing away from Vixen. She listened as Vixen spoke of her reason for being there and how the Jarl wished to see him. It was no business of Marianna's nor did she really care. She shook her head slightly as she looked to the male. "Watch the company you might keep around here. Some of the people are.....mannerless and inconsiderate blokes." Marianna said as her eyes glanced back toward Vixen as she said the last few words of her statement. "I was done anyway. Thank you for the salve. I will be returning for me if it works. Make sure to stop by when you have the chance." Marianna said to him before turning around and noticing the Jarl at a table across the way. Her eyes glanced to Vixen before she shook her head and headed off to go back to her Master's stall.



GutterMutt  Panic had already set in as the audience was requested, his tired eyes went wie as he flickered through every possibility ih is head. Worrying over whether he was in danger, maybe the jarl needed aid, perhaps it was personal. Almost dead to the world as he rushedly tucked away all his parchements to the hefty leatherbound tome and reattatched it to his belt but idnt seem to give a damn about his stall stock. Not even pausing to acknowledge his customers leave as he began to nervously quake and slowly trudged across the dirt path. Stopping before the table and in a very rehersed and proper way took a deep bow that looked more like a curtsy as he gripped nervously to the sides of the sides of the torn vestments that acted like a skirt. Despite his regal manner he spoke up first "How may I be of assistance your lordship?" His voice cracking nervously on the higher pitches of his speach.



Sprainy: -To Vixens luck the boy had decided to follow which had Vixen walk a bit further away to behind her Master. Standing still besides Him with her arms crossed infront of her body and as she saw Mōna had returned without anything attached to His collar Vixen simply patted her leg as the dog walked over to her. Vixen bend through her knees and whispered strangely enough to the moose-hounds furr.- "Time to do some spying little critter." -Vixen took a deep breath in, holding it before releasing it slowly as for just a very short minute she fell completly silent and still. Then as Vixen stood up a little mouse jumped off of the moose-hound and darted off under the various stalls, the mouse would go unnoticed as even if people were to see it no one would pay a second thought to it seeing rodents were not unusual to be crawling around to find food. The mouse would reach its destiny and hide inbetween various crates, sniffing about and its ears happily twitching. Vixen herself was completly focused upon the boy, his behaviour.. his words.. even his voice and every movement of his muscle whilst high above Stormy would do its duty by keeping close watch over the stall left unmanned-



TyronThorsson  Tyron smirked at the boy as he and Vixen took their spots near him. “Lordship?” Tyron wasnt making him he was simply repeating an unfamiliar word. Now that the petite male was closer He gave him a closer physical inspection. He saw with more detail all of the things he had seen from further away. A frail, feeble looking creature, especially for a man. It was shocking to Tyron that the boy seemed to be in relatively good health. Perhaps the boy was a bit tired…. Exhaustion might be setting in, but for the most part, he seemed to be in passable health. Tyron would have expected Skane to have chewed him up and spit him out, and yet here he was, standing before the Jarl. Tyron finally spoke, “I haven't seen you in Skane….. You look different than most of My people………… what is your story?”



EmmaBey: Marianna returned to the fruit stall to purchase another apple before going back to be with her Master. Once returning she saw he was waiting on a customer. It was a male who had bought a few lidded jars. Appearing back around within the stall she stood quiet while Hemming finished with the customer. She pulled out the apples and set them down on a crate. Then she pulled out the vial of slve she had purchased. When Hemming was done he turned to see his slave had returned. "Did you find anything interesting?" He said before then spotting the apples. He instantly grabbed one and wiped it in his top before then taking a large bite out of it. "Well the apples and I found something that might help your hands, Sir." She raised the vial to show him. "Its a salve that needs to be rubbed on and it should relieve the pain in the joints you have. If it works then we can get more when this is gone." Hemming arched a brow looking to her then he took the vial and examined it. "I told you not to worry over me. But...I suppose I can try this stuff to see if it helps any." Hemming said. He placed the vial down to finish his apple before messing with applying the salve. "You are my Master. Why wouldn't I worry over you if something is wrong?" Marianna said before she grabbed the other apple and took a bite.



GutterMutt  A sigh escaped his lips and the young man brought a hand to his mouth, he seemed clearly in thought as he went through cherry picking his response as to perhaps either win favour or just to keep himself out of trouble. "Well, I'm from Germania. I was trained as a knightly page for the Teutonic Knights of St. Mary but after an incident the Catholic Church declared me a Heretic and excomunicated me from the order. I've been traveling to avoid a burning at the stake Jarl Tyron." It was clear he was having difficulty explaining himself, holding back information for some reason as he caught himself every few words to make sure he wouldnt say too much. Anxiously he shifted his weight back and forth again, rubbing his right booted ankle to the back of his left calf in a figitty way. Now he was closer it was clear to see that he indeed was suffering from something that sapped him of his strength and must effect his sleep yet he had mentioned nothing of the sort yet, it was also far more dificult to determine that the boy was indeed a boy after catching the lavender scent he carried and seeing his wide pale blue eyes. It was offputting but amusing.



Sprainy: -Little to nothing went unnoticed by Vixen once she was fully focused on someone or something yet for the time being nothing in particular seemed worth mentioning despite the fact that it was clear from the manner in which the boy spoke he withheld some information, still.. without knowing what is is her Master desired in this specific moment it was best to remain silent and let Him deal with the matter. Vixen simply continued to observe the boy and would his eyes meet up with hers he might feel uncomfortable being watched by Vixen as her fixating upon a single person easily could come across as if a predator had locked upon its prey who'm would be waiting for that perfect moment to strike where the prey was most vunerable. This might be the case had her focus been with a malevolent intent. Vixen knew she did not but she had been unable to express the difference in her appearance ever since the Jarl of Skane had taken her away for a few weeks, some things being more clear to her.. such as her servitude to her Master and the connection between her human and mare side being now upon one line.. yet with that did come some consequences as the girl continued to learn to co-exist in peace within herself.-



TyronThorsson  the beard-covered corners of Tyron’s mouth slightly pointed to the sky as the young boy spoke. The scent of Lavender always reminded him of cat-piss, and just now the breeze brought the formidable scent into his nostrils which quickly quelled the upturned corners of his mouth.As He listened to the boy his head turned like that curious dog once again. Almost every other word to him was forign to him….. This boy knew of the world that lay outside the recurrent reach of Skane and although Tyron had welcomed creatures of all sorts of mythos into Skane, none of them had the knowledge or the mental fortitude to accurately be able to teach tyron of their own heritage. Dee-moons and Suck-ya-butts had made their way into Skane and even earned favorable positions within Skanes hierarchy, but their true origin had always escaped Tyron and the rest of his Vikings. To him The God’s were Odin, His father Thor, Tyr, Freya…. There was a long list. ANd Tyron knew that people from other places had different Gods, but Tyron had always thought that those other people from other places were simply misinformed and had, over time, formed different explanations for the behavior of the Gods. As The young boy talked he could tell now that something was affecting him, but Tyron’s own curiosity won out of his compassion. “Jer-men-eeuh, is a place I have never heard of.” Tyron stopped…. Considered something for a moment and then continued, “I HAVE heard of the Cat-licks…. Do not worry, tiny man…. You will not find any friends of the Cat-licks here…..” Tyron leaned forward inspecting the feminanine features of the boy. “Are you some sort of Dee-moon, tiny man?” Tyron looked proud to display his ability to acknowledge that Demons were of Christian origin…. And in Tyrons experience people were either like Him, Followers of the Gods, or Christians…. He assumed by the fancy words he did not recognize that the frail boy was christian and therefore, in Tyron’s mind, was likely some sort of Dee-moon.



EmmaBey: Marianna looked to Hemming. "Perhaps you should leave making the pottery to me for a few days. So your can rest your hands? My pottery making is as good as yours now." She said before taking another bite of apple. He chewed some apple listening to Marianna. His brow arched at her confidence in her skills. "Oh you think so huh, girl? I have yet to see you carve a seamless vine into anything as of yet." His brow perks as he looks to her and takes another bite. He chews a bit before swallowing it. "I can do so and you see no beginning nor an ending to mine. I do not believe you can do the same." Hemming said almost in a picking way though he was telling the truth. Marianna cut her eyes to him as she played with the half eaten apple. "Well no I can't. But most everything else is as good as yours." Marianna said to him as Hemming nodded. "Aye that is true but you still have not reached my level yet girl. Do not let yourself get full of confidence over something you are not sure about. Confidence is okay but too much can become a flaw which leads to weakness. I have taught you this. Remember my teachings to you girl....always. I will not always be around to remind you nor protect you from everything. You need to carry yourself with confidence and independence yet humble and calm." Hemming said to her as he finished his apple tossing the core to the side on the ground. Marianna nodded to him. "yes, Sir. I understand. And I will remember. But no talk of you not being around because I do not like it. You are still here and I hope you don't go anywhere for a long time." She said with a smile before nibbling on the apple some more. He nooded to her. "Okay Mari." He said as he started getting some of the salve from the vial to rub into his hands.