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A to the K homeboy
The dirty jester had remained seated in plain view, although unnoticed, perhaps due to his ragged appearance where an eye dare not linger, or perhaps he simply hadn't wanted to be noticed - listening to the Nord and Khajiit. Listening and nodding, listening and shaking his head, listening and...sometimes not listening.
He hunched forward over his table and bulged his eyes at the two adventurers "The fabric of space and time you say?"
He had been carving a word into the tabletop with the tip of a rusted dagger, this task now seemed unimportant. He sheathed the dagger and carefully scooped the wood-shavings into the palm of his hand, he held it out in front of his face.
"That fabric is not laundry to be aired" he said with a lack of commitment.
He blew the dust from his hand into the air. A distinguished dandy looking Breton ambled passed between the seated patrons, right into the line of fire, convulsed and sneezed - dropping his pouch of coins.
The jester pocketed the coins and winked at the two adventurers.
He seemed to consider for a short time, mumbling to himself, then beamed a crooked smile "Tooley - I'm Tooley".
He hunched forward over his table and bulged his eyes at the two adventurers "The fabric of space and time you say?"
He had been carving a word into the tabletop with the tip of a rusted dagger, this task now seemed unimportant. He sheathed the dagger and carefully scooped the wood-shavings into the palm of his hand, he held it out in front of his face.
"That fabric is not laundry to be aired" he said with a lack of commitment.
He blew the dust from his hand into the air. A distinguished dandy looking Breton ambled passed between the seated patrons, right into the line of fire, convulsed and sneezed - dropping his pouch of coins.
The jester pocketed the coins and winked at the two adventurers.
He seemed to consider for a short time, mumbling to himself, then beamed a crooked smile "Tooley - I'm Tooley".