The air was bitter and the wind stung with it's wicked chill. The walls of the hut did not provide much comfort to the young Angori inside. But that did not concern him. He was hard at work carving a piece of wood about the size of fist. He whittled away at it trying to make it the perfect shape and size he had in his mind. The effort was not going great, but Barbaal had a great sense of pride in his small work.
This was not his first attempt of the activity. Seven other small wooden figures stood at his feet. He had carved small tokens that looked, somewhat, like the citizens of Jastrey. The figures were quite crude and each had the persons name carved as best as Barbaal could make out. He worked for hours on end just to make these small gifts for the people he had grown to know and care for. He knew it wasn't much, but it filled him with a sense of joy and passion to share something with his fellow adventurers.
When he was finished, he gathered the figures in a small sack and bounded up to the Shady Corner. He quickly took a survey to make sure that no one was around. When he believed he was alone, he quickly set the mementos on the bar and tables to be discovered the next day. He looked at the figures all lined up and gave a small smile at the job he had done. He quietly said to himself, "Aramir bless us. Every one." He picked up the now empty sack and made his way back to his hut.
Ashe had been flitting by the hut when Zwey began wrapping the angori hut with nice warm fabrics. Curious as to why Mr. Zwey was using his nice fabrics on the hut.
"Mr. Zwey, what nice fabric you have, what ever are you doing?"
Do you wants a bit of my sweet, hard candies? they are yum yum yummy.
before Zway could answer Ashe begins sprinkling hard candies for all to enjoy around Barbal's now warmed up home.
Zwey chuckles at the fairy. and snatches one of the candies from the air, before it hits the ground. "For a race as thin as yours, you lot sure do eat alot of sweets." He glances down at his ample form, "It'd be nice to have that kind of energy" Zwey grins, "Kind acts should not go unnoticed, tis all, my flittly friend"
Oh, what kind act sir, what kind act? I want to partake in the kind actiness!!!!! May I be of any use. ouh ouh ouh I cans make jewlery I can!!! fraid Im kinda slow at it but it my specialty!!!
Ashe pulls out his wand and aims it straight at the nice fabric... "This will protect you from ill effects "burst exclude"."
ouh ouh yay it worksed it worksed now he can not be harmed by those tricksome little spells!!!
Happy Holidays
Zwey had been pulling a large wagon to the gates of the Crimson Quarter when he saw Barbaal, or he believed that to be his name, they had chatted over drinks before the winter set in. He passed Barbaal's hut on the way in, and was locking the wheels of his wagon when Barbaal returned. The angori looked about as cold as could be. Zwey headed to the tavern to see about getting some water, food, etc, for his home, when he came across small figurines on some of the tables. Zwey grinned, admiring the amateur, but obviously inspired, craftsmanship.
Zwey returned late in the day, walking back to his wagon, he noticed wooden shavings outside Barbaal's hut. He could see the Angori in the hut, looking cold, but stoic. Zwey continued to his wagon, climbed to the top, and pulls down a roll of materiel, about 8 feet long, and 3 feel thick. hefting it over one shoulder, he walks back to Barbaal's hut, and proceeds to wrap it in the canvas.