Knife Throwing Contest, SmithFest Day 2

Knife Throwing Contest, SmithFest Day 2

Annik - Saturday, May 17, 2003

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Main Meadow(#700RJ)

The expansive meadow ends here in a cluster of buildings. The structures are dominated by a huge grey slate edifice to the south, where a stream of crafters and almost constant sounds of craftwork indicate it as the main work hall for the Smiths. Otherwise, the main meadow is relatively bare - simple footpaths breaking up the broad, flat area, and a few clusters of trees at the fringes. The air blooms with the smells of fresh vegetation and pure sunshine. Dotted along the ground, small flowers peek out through the greenery, vivid purples, yellows, and whites. Blue sky is broken only by the occasional tree, but otherwise, not a cloud looms on the horizon. Whispy puffs of breeze stir the calm occasionally, but very little disrupts the lazy summer day.

Glancing around, you note several paths through the meadow leading to various buildings. The Dining Hall, partially connected to the Business Hall, is to the east, with the Apprentice Hall conveniently close in the northeast. The smaller Journeyman's Hall is directly to the north, the Resident's Hall is to the northwest, and the Chemistry Building is to the northeast.

Contents:

Knife Target

Ceryca

R'var

Pheneth

Firianth(#7838MOVaeps)

Healer Hall Gather Tent(#12753Jes$)

Falan's Wagon (FW)(#7496Jaep$)

WeaverCraft Tent <WCT>(#2588JOe$)

Jaereth

Harper Hall Pavilion(#8117JOe)

Woodsmith Gather Tent(#3617JOe)

Smithcraft Building <SB>

Schedule of Events

Nail Estimate Jar

SmithCraft Tent <ST>(#15345Jem$)

BakerCraft Tent

Obvious exits:

Chemistry Building Work Hall Dining Hall Business Hall Residence Hall Journeyman Hall Apprentice Dorm Lower Meadow

Public announcement: Annik announces "Up next at the SmithFest is a knife throwing contest, to begin in a few minutes in the main meadow (+go smi-meadow). Come join in, or just watch. The winner gets a prize!"

Ceryca says nothing for a beat, her expression almost wistful, but then she grins again. "He ate it all? Once he cleans out the Smith Hall, where will you go?" she wonders, and then remembers to add, "And well met, R'var."

Bauhaus steps out of the BakerCraft Gather Tent.

Bauhaus has arrived.

Bauhaus runs out of the Bakercraft Tent, hearing the announcement. As he stoops around, he bumps into R'var. "Aye! Are you going to participate, too

Triven has arrived.

"We'll go to Weaverhall, next." R'var thrusts his hands in his pockets and just grins up at Firianth for a moment. His eyes cut sideways, and he shows Ceryca an impish look. "He'll eat everything there. I do mean everything. Maybe he'll cough up a tapestry when he's done, huh."

Jaadun has arrived.

"What do you think, boy? You gonna make me a tap-- " R'var's question is jarred as he puts out a hand to Bau's shoulder. "Hey, careful, huh. You just get so excited about sharp pointy things, don't ya, kid?"

Bauhaus gives a chuckle, and says, "Well, maybe," he says. He looks at the target and says, "Aye, maybe I should poke you with one when this is done," he said, giving the blue rider a wink.

"You'd best stay away from Ista-a," Ceryca begins to advise R'var, cutting off as Bauhaus runs into him. She follows the boy's glance over to the target.

Jaadun slips into the area wtih a few other Igen people, lagging a bit behind them. His gaze drifts over the people and the sights.

Annik stands near the knife target. "Anyone who would like to compete or just watch should make their way over here."

Bauhaus nods, and waves a farewell to R'var as he ganders over towards Annik and the target.

Triven walks out of a traders tent, spying the target chuckles and walks over to see what is going on.

"If you can catch me, squirt." R'var reaches over to thoroughly muss up Bauhaus' hair. "Look. Here come the Igenites. You know, their traveler-folk.. -the best- knife throwers. They know all ssorts of tricks. They do acrobatics, juggling. I saw one swallow a sword, once. You should try -that- trick, Bau."

Bauhaus as he walks off, he turns to stick his tounge out at R'var. "In yer dreams, blue rider!"

Triven steps over to where the target is looking it over, still smiling as he does seem to be in a good mood.

Firianth sniffs once more at the baker tent, and then he lifts up his conical head. He starts to lumber over toward the gathering, his eyes shining with curiosity for what is about to occur. He imparts something encouraging to his rider, making 'mmph mmmph' urgent noises, as he looks between R'var and the target.

Ceryca slants a glance up at R'var. "Going to try your hand?" she wonders with a jerk of her head towards the target.

Jaadun looks left, then right, his ugly face drawn in a thoughtful frown. After a moment's hesitation, he joins others in lining up.

"Maybe." R'var's breathy voice has grown a little distracted as he looks off toward the jar of nails. "Maybe in a moment," he murmurs, and begins to wander off. A slow smile has begun to surface-- a mean one.

Bauhaus looks at the target, and the rings that circulated outward from it's center. Almost hypnotizing. Bauhaus had to shake his head from a trance. He wondered if he could do well..

Triven lines up with the others standing rather, relaxed to see what the rules are for this 'game'.

Ceryca watches R'var go, her eyes slightly narrowed, chin tilted minutely up. Then, shaking her head, she turns to pick her way over to the target, coming to a stop within easy hearing distance of Annik.

Annik holds up a large slate. "For those competing, please come take a knife and write your name down. Each knife will have a different colored handle - please write the color next to your name."

Bauhaus walks over to the knives, and picks one up. It has a harper blue handle. He looks at the sheet, and writes, 'Bauhaus - Harper Blue'

Taria emerges from the SmithCraft Tent.

Taria has arrived.

Jaadun heads over to the table as well, picking up a grey handled knife. He bends down, writing his name down with the others on the slate, and steps back to allow more to do the same.

Falan clambers down from the driver's seat of Falan's Wagon (FW).

Falan has arrived.

Falan stands by her wagon, talking to another Trader.

Triven looks at the knives with what seems like, a random gaze but does pick on that is light with a Red handle. he takes the slate writeing "Triven-Crimson Red"

Taria heads on over to where the smith CM is standing. "Did I miss anything ma'am?" she says.

Ceryca watches Bauhaus, then moves past him to take one of the knives, this one yellow-handled. She writes her own name, and color on the slate after Triven clears the way. Turning, she catches a look at Jaadun and stares, eyes wide for a moment before she recalls her manner and glances away.

Falan turns to watch the knife throwing contest with interest, since she knows one of the competitors.

Annik calls, "Last call for those who want to compete! Please come sign up. Also, don't forget to take a look at our nail jar and put in a guess. There's a prize for whoever comes closest."

Falan moves away from her wagon to join the contest herself. "May I?

R'var comes swaggering back, at last, his hands thrust into his pockets and a forceful smirk on his face. His look is eminently self-satisfied, and his eyes show mischief. He trots up to the table, and, as his blue looms over, making excited 'hunn hunn hunn' sounds, he writes down his entry. His Majesty, R'var-- Purple Knife.

Annik shakes her head at Taria. "We're just doing the sign up, but we'll be starting soon."

Bauhaus sticks his toungue out at the blue rider - once again - as he looks at R'var's name entry. "Very funny, blue rider," he said, and next to his own name, writes 'Better than stinky poopy head R'var'

Annik nods at Falan and indicates the large slate next to her. "Take a knife, write down your name, and put the color of your knife."

Triven stands holding the knife in his left hand, waiting for the other contestains to make them selfs ready grins at Falan>

Jaadun scowls at the Istan contestant as he gives her a quick then dismissive glance. He looks around the knife throwers again assessing the competition, then steps over to the 'Guess the Nail' table and scribbles a quick answer on a hide before putting the scrap in with the rest of the guesses.

"You dare insult me, commoner," yawns out R'var in a voice steeped in hauteur. His eyes grin, and he twirls the knife absently in his hands.

Falan moves in behind Bauhaus and simply writes, "Falan Sebring Dalegard" on the board. She looks over the knife selection and chooses the color green.

"Oh Faranth," Bauhaus rolls his eyes. "You've taken on the ego of a bronzer, I'm afraid," he said, throwing his knife in the air, and catching it between two of his fingers by its hilt.

Annik smiles at the contestants. "Oh, by the way, I'd suggest you all be careful with those knives, of course. Anyone who misuses one will forfeit the game."

Ceryca's fair skin colors under Jaadun's glare and she very studiously does /not/ look at him again. She does nothing with her knife except hold it casually in her hand, leaving the showy tricks to the boys.

Bauhaus grips his knifs and keeps it behind his back, whistling a little bit.

Falan handles her knives carefully, trying not to dirty or damage her new Gather outfit.

R'var leans his head to pass along a murmur to Ceryca: "Good luck, huh."

Triven grins at the others and just stands there, relaxing as the others antics bring a chuckle for him, he smiles at Falan saying "How are you?"

Taria nods, and quickly adds her name to the register, picking up a plain unadorned blade.

Falan darkens a bit as she is addressed by Triven. She seems to be positively beaming, but trying not to show it. "Well, thank you Triven." She says softly.

Dendra steps out of the BakerCraft Gather Tent.

Dendra has arrived.

Jaadun joins back in with the other contestants, the gray handled throwing knife held loosely in his hand as he watches to see who else will join in. Dendra gets a grudging nod of greeting as the Igen Baker puts in an appearance.

Ceryca dips her head at R'var. "You, too," she responds. Blue eyes scan the crowds briefly, as though searching for someone among the masses. She doesn't seem to find whoever it was, if anyone, for she turns back to watch Annik, waiting.

Dendra finds someone to tell her what's going on, and she decides to enter the knife-throwing contest. She returns Jaadun's nod and signs her name on the slate after picking a nice pink-handled knife. Perfect.

Annik reads the slate. "Okay, our contestants are Triven, Jaadun, Bauhaus, Ceryca, R'var, Falan, Taria, and Dendra correct? Please listen carefully to the rules. We will do four rounds, and each person will take one turn per round. The green, outermost circle is worth two points, the black ring is worth four, the white six and the red bullseye is worth ten points. The person with the highest score wins. Any questions?"

Bauhaus shakes his head, understanding perfectly the rules of the contest.

Taria stops fidgeting with her knife as Annik addresses them. Clamping a hand on it firmly. "Four rounds." she echoes. "Right, I mean, no, no questions."

Triven nods that he does and waits for the the event to start.

Falan shakes her head. No questions.

Ceryca flicks a look towards the target, then shakes her head mutely, shifting the knife from her right to her left hand.

Firianth begins to hum with excitement, swaying as he watches the competition. His wings hang a little, clutched up about his chin, as if they were blankets he were excitedly holding on to.

Dendra shakes her head and says, "No questions, Craftmaster."

You say "Triven, you're up first. Toss when ready."

Falan eyes the dragon uneasily as she notices him for the first time as he moves.

Triven aims the knife and throws, sending it in a fairly straight path. It lands neatly within the second widest ring.

Annik calls, "Four points for Triven. Jaadun is next."

Jaadun carefully aims and throws the knife. It effortly glides up and over, landing with a *thunk* in the third ring.

You say "Six points. Bauhaus, you're next."

Bauhaus clutches the knife between two of his fingers. He points the knife at the target, trying to get sight of the bullseye within his knuckles...

Bauhaus tosses the knife, and the force propels the projectile straight into the second ring, very close to the edge of the third.

You say "Four points. Ceryca, your turn."

Ceryca moves forward, knife balanced in her hand as she looks, narrow-eyed at the target.

Ceryca tosses the knife, and the force propels the projectile straight into the second ring, very close to the edge of the third.

You say "Four points. R'var, you're up."

R'var shuts an eye to aim, and then opens it again, shooting his dragon a look over his shoulder. Firianth, who looms -far too close-, sort of warbles and backs off a little. The young Telgari throws.

R'var tosses the knife, and the force propels the projectile straight into the second ring, very close to the edge of the third.

Annik smiles. "Four points. Falan, your turn."

Falan nods to Annik and takes a deep breath, lining up her shot.

Falan carefully aims and throws the knife. It effortly glides up and over, landing with a *thunk* in the third ring.

You say "Six points for Falan. Taria, go ahead."

Taria can make 'em well, but can she throw 'em. She moves over to the mark and looks at the target, then the blade.

Taria throws the knife, but it misses the target completely, landing on the ground a short distance away.

Annik tries to hide a grin. "Zero for Taria. Dendra, you're up."

Ceryca blinks at that last one, then claps a hand over her mouth to hide the laughter that just barely escapes. At least, she lowers dancing blue eyes, and tries to turn the laugh into a yawn.

Dendra steps up to the line and breathes deeply, exhaling through her mouth. She takes another deep breath, holds it, and lets the knife fly.

Dendra tosses the knife, and the force propels the projectile straight into the second ring, very close to the edge of the third.

You say "Four points. End of the first round. Jaadun and Falan are in the lead with six points each. Triven, you're up again."

Taria gigggles and steps away, thinking "Apparantly not" she notes aloud, and grins her congrats at the other competitors.

Triven smiles holding the knife in his left hand again aims at the target.

Triven takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Jaadun, your turn."

Firianth breathes out a deep nnuhhnn, his faceted eyes following each flying knife. Curious, he hrrmmms down to R'var, who shows him his right hand with his thumb down. "This many's four," the Telgari tells him, wiggling his fingers.

Jaadun takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Bauhaus, go."

Bauhaus tosses the knife, and the force propels the projectile straight into the second ring, very close to the edge of the third.

Jaadun scowls at his second attempt before moving aside for the next person.

Falan looks at the dragon nervously, trying to keep a number of others & some space between them.

You say "Four points. Ceryca, go."

Bauhaus giggles, and remarks "I'm quite good at hitting the 4-pointer," his eyes danced with playfulness

Ceryca moves calmly forward once again once Bauhaus has cleared the way, eyes on nothing but that target. She takes a little longer aiming, this time, ignoring the looming blue dragon.

Ceryca takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. R'var, your turn."

Triven grins at Falan, but watches the others.

Ceryca rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "So that's what I get for aiming," she remarks wryly, moving out of the way for R'var, with a slight motion of her hand.

R'var steps in for a shot, aiming carefully, but Firianth-- a little too excited-- gives a loud bugle just as he throws.

R'var takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Falan, go ahead."

Falan nods to Annik, then shakes out her hands before taking up her next knife. She takes a moment to line up her shot again and takes another deep breath.

Falan takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Taria, go."

Taria watches the others a bit more carefully now, before she's called up to the mark again.

Taria tosses the knife forward. It lands easily within the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Dendra, go ahead."

Dendra takes her place and goes through her little routine again before throwing her pink knife.

Dendra tosses the knife, and the force propels the projectile straight into the second ring, very close to the edge of the third.

R'var grunts, and shoos away at his dragon. "Fir," he says, with a good-natured roll of his eyes. "Why don't you check out the baker tent again, huh. Make up a list of some goodies you want, an' I'll get them for you later, huh."

Falan looks disappointed with her throw, but continues to watch the competition with quiet interest.

You say "Four points. End of the second round. Jaadun, Bauhaus, Falan, and Dendra are all in the lead with eight points each. Triven, your turn."

Firianth enters the BakerCraft Gather Tent.

Firianth has left.

Triven grins, if he is loosing he doesn't care. Holding the knife in his left hand aims with his knuckles and tosses it.

Triven throws the knife, but it misses the target completely, landing on the ground a short distance away.

You say "Zero points. Jaadun, you're up."

Jaadun throws the knife, but it misses the target completely, landing on the ground a short distance away.

Triven chuckles at his own throw

Ceryca's lips quirk into a little smile. "Good thing no one's standing back there."

Annik blinks. "Zero points. Bauhaus, go ahead."

Bauhaus tosses the knife forward. It lands easily within the outermost ring.

Falan furrows her brow a bit at Triven. "I didn't know you were left-handed..."

Jaadun growls and steps away. "Twisted my wrist over on that one," he mutters to himself.

You say "Two points. Ceryca, go."

Oy. None of them seemed to be doing well this round.. Bauhaus noted this with a wry chuckle. He watches Ceryca go, wondering how she'll do

Considering the poor results Ceryca got from aiming carefully, this time she merely steps forward, glances at the target and throws, without much pause for careful aim.

Ceryca aims the knife and throws, sending it in a fairly straight path. It lands neatly within the second widest ring.

Taria grins at the other two. "Well, you can only go up from there." she noetes quietly, but sympathetically as she waits for her turn.

You say "Four points. R'var, go ahead."

Ceryca smirks slightly at the results this time. "Okay, well that wasn't worse at least." She moves back out of the way.

R'var takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Falan, you're up."

Falan nods to Annik and takes a moment to steady her arm before trying again.

Falan takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

Bauhaus takes Ceryca's example, and whispers to R'var, "Well, that wasn't worse, at least."

You say "Two points. Taria, go."

Taria carefully aims and throws the knife. It effortly glides up and over, landing with a *thunk* in the third ring.

Annik smiles. "Six points. Dendra, go ahead."

Taria looks satisfied with that, wiping her palms off and stepping away quickly.

Firianth wuhhs quietly, his fat tail swishing slowly one way and then another. He has plopped down in front of the baker tent, and has his head held up inquisitively at the entrance. His wings rustle.

Dendra is distracted by the sight of a dragon with his head at the Baker tent entrance. She's torn between humor and horror at the damage a hungry dragon can do, and it affects her throw.

Dendra aims the knife and throws, sending it in a fairly straight path. It lands neatly within the second widest ring.

You say "Four points. End of the third round. Dendra is in the lead with twelve points. Triven, you're up."

Triven grins and says "lets hope this one at least hits the target"

Triven takes the knife and throws. It sails through the air, just hitting the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Jaadun, your turn."

Jaadun sends an approving smile toward Dendra that seems unnatural on his pockmarked face. "Glad someone I know is doing better." Then it's his turn and he steps up again.

Jaadun aims the knife and throws, sending it in a fairly straight path. It lands neatly within the second widest ring.

You say "Four points. Bauhaus, go ahead."

Bauhaus aims the knife and throws, sending it in a fairly straight path. It lands neatly within the second widest ring.

You say "Four points. Ceryca, go."

Dendra waits until Jaadun finishes his throw before thanking him for the compliment.

Ceryca takes a deep breath and steps up to the space Bauhaus just stood. "Here goes," she mutters, lifting her hand, glancing towards the target and throwing.

Ceryca reaches back and lets the knife fly, watching as it swiftly soars towards the target. Bullseye! The knife hits the innermost circle.

Bauhaus gives a large sigh, and plops on the ground. Well, there goes his chances of winning. "Congrats, Ceryca."

R'var forks two fingers into the corners of his mouth and gives a congratulatory whistle.

Taria oooohs softly. "Nicely done!"

Annik grins. "Bullseye! Ten points. R'var, you're next."

R'var studies his target. His blond brows knit together. His eyes almost cross to focus first on the purple-handled knife and then, later, the target. He takes in a breath and holds it. A smile passes over his look of concentration, and he murmurs something quietly. At the tents, Firianth relents, and leaves alone the bakers inside. R'var throws, then.

R'var aims the knife and throws, sending it in a fairly straight path. It lands neatly within the second widest ring.

Ceryca gapes at the target, peers at her fingers, then breaks into a glowing smile, eyes lit up. "Thanks," she says, a bit of a flush in her cheeks as she moves out of the way.

You say "Four points. Falan, go ahead."

Falan smiles widely and mouths her appreciation for Ceryca's shot and then nods to Annik, lining up her shot.

Falan tosses the knife forward. It lands easily within the outermost ring.

You say "Two points. Taria, you're up."

Taria throws the knife, but it misses the target completely, landing on the ground a short distance away.

Annik smiles gently. "Zero points. Dendra, go ahead."

Dendra takes her position, but her hat slips into her eyes just as she starts her throw. She tries to shove it up with her free hand, but that doesn't help matters.

Dendra throws the knife, but it misses the target completely, landing on the ground a short distance away.

Jaadun frowns as he sees Ceryca's toss.

Ceryca watches Dendra closely as the woman moves up and prepares to throw. As she sees the knife miss, she blinks and glances towards Annik.

You say "Zero points. End of the fourth round. Tied with eight points, Triven and Taria. Tied with twelve points, Jaadun, R'var, Falan, and Dendra. With fourteen points, Bauhaus, and our winner with twenty points is Ceryca. Congrats to Ceryca and thank you all for participating."

Bauhaus snapped his fingers. Soooo close! Yet Ceryca's bullseye was the won that won the game. He gives her his congrats again as he gets up off the ground, strethcing his limbs.

Falan claps her hands in respect for all the players and congratulates Ceryca before moving off, back toward her wagon.

Dendra claps for Ceryca with good grace, pink knife tucked into her belt-pouch. "Annik, is there a way we can buy these knives from the Smiths?"

Triven grins and claps as well, "Good For you all"

Bauhaus looks at the harper-blue handled knife, and returns it to where he got it from.

"Way to -go-," R'var tells Ceryca, showing her a grin. He mouths: "Craftmaster."

Jaadun walks to replace his gray handled knife on the table as well, offering the winner a muttered, "Congratulations," as he passes her.

Bauhaus nods, and wobbles over to Ceryca. Asks he, "I hear you're a craftmaster. What craft do you partake of?"

Ceryca smiles brightly. "Thank you," she says, and then repeats herself to Bauhaus, and again to Falan. Her eyes slip over to R'var and she laughs at the unvoiced title, such that she misses Jaadun's mutter, or at least can pretend she did. Bauhaus' question draws a startled glance and she neglects to respond immediately.

R'var watches Bauhaus go on over to Ceryca, and he turns away, smothering a laugh with his knuckles.

Bauhaus tilts his head to one side at Ceryca's reaction. Had he done something wrong?

You say "Ceryca's prize will be an object of her choosing from the display table that will be unveiled in a moment." An apprentice comes running up to whisper something Annik. "Also," she continues, "while you're all here, I'll announce the winner of the nail jar estimate. There are 112 nails, and Jaadun came the closest with 154. He will also get to choose his prize from our display."

Jaadun blinks as he hears his name called, and turns to look at Annik. "I won?" he asks in surprise.

Dendra claps for Jaadun. "Go Igen! Congratulations Jaadun."

Falan leaves her clanswoman in charge of the wagon as she disappears from the crowd.

Falan clambers up onto the driver's seat of Falan's Wagon (FW).

Falan has left.

Annik nods at Jaadun. "Yes, you did. Your guess came the closest. Congrats."

"I... well," Ceryca tries to explain. "You know, I should go select my prize," she finally evades. "See what they're offering." She shoots R'var's back one of those 'looks' employed by women and girls alike, then offers Bauhaus a perfect guileless smile.

Firianth steps out of the BakerCraft Gather Tent.

Firianth has arrived.

Jaadun walks toward Annik, looking around, "The display tent, you said?"

Bauhaus glares at R'var, obviously demanding an explanation

R'var, too cool, is already ambling away on back to his dragon. His eyes dance with mischief.

Bauhaus runs after R'var, and gives him a playful headlock. "Cmon, Tell me!"

Annik smiles and addresses the crowd. "I'll now be unveiling our latest projects, which are just inside," she motions toward the building behind her. "If anyone would like to see, please follow me."

You head through the ornate entrance into the Business Hall.

Business Hall

The beautiful Business Hall of the Smith complex is at odds with most peoples' view of the Smithcraft. Stunning creations of the glass masters' best works over hundreds of turns can been seen in glass display cabinets along one section of wall. Another cabinet holds the finest jewelry from generations of metalworking masters. Wonderfully detailed scale models of all the major Holds and Halls of Pern are in another set of cabinets. Samples of vividly dyed fabrics and painted wood slats of all hues are in another cabinet.

Double doors on the north wall lead outside to the main meadow. From the west comes the faint noises of hammering from the main work hall. To the east is a doorway to the lounge.

Contents:

Something Covered in Cloth(#9628)

Master Display Cabinet <MDC>

Journeyman Display Cabinet <JDC>

Apprentice Display Cabinet <ADC>

Obvious exits:

Offices LOUnge Work Hall Main Meadow

Jaadun walks through the ornate entrance from the main meadow.

Jaadun has arrived.

Smith Meadow> Ceryca shakes her head as she watches Bauhaus run after the bluerider, then turns and walks, dignified, after Annik.

Taria walks through the ornate entrance from the main meadow.

Taria has arrived.

Ceryca walks through the ornate entrance from the main meadow.

Ceryca has arrived.

Taria dances on in and heads to the back of the room to 'watch' with great anticipation.

Smith Meadow> R'var shrugs out of his grasp, and just grins. "Nothin'," he says. "Hey, you better catch up with them huh. Smiths are putting out their gadgets for everyone to go look. Maybe you'll find somethin you like."

Smith Meadow> Bauhaus gives a light sigh, and says. "Alright," and walks into the business hall

Bauhaus walks through the ornate entrance from the main meadow.

Bauhaus has arrived.

Annik smiles and stops in front of the cloth-covered thing. "These are the absolute latest projects to come from the Smithcraft," she says and takes hold of the cloth.

A long narrow table covered in a large white cloth, with a smaller red cloth on top. Arranged on the table are several 'objects', and in the middle, there is a 'sign'.

The following objects may be viewed:

Belt Knife

Jewelry Set

Silver Brooch

Suncatcher

(Type the name of the object to see it.)

Bauhaus looks at everything that is on the table, and blinks. Being the obvious, he asks, "What are they?"

Jaadun glances at the objects on the table.

Jaadun reads the sign on the table.

Ceryca glances at the objects on the table.

Ceryca reads the sign on the table.

Bauhaus reads the sign on the table.

Annik arches an eyebrow. "As you can see, there are a variety of things there. From jewelry to belt knives to ornaments."

Bauhaus glances at the objects on the table.

Taria glances at the objects on the table.

Taria reads the sign on the table.

Jaadun whistles softly as he looks over the items. "We win one of these?" he asks, looking at Annik for confirmation.

Ceryca's jaw drops slightly and she looks to Jaadun, forgetting not to, and then to Annik as her eyes echo the man's question.

Annik nods at Jaadun, smiling. "Yes, you do. Ceryca, you may choose first."

Ceryca moves up to the very edge of the table, bending a little to peer at the items on it. Eyes moving first to the belt knife, she glances over at Jaadun, then turns her attention next to the jewelry set. The brooch gets its fair share, and finally the suncatcher. The girl's eyes move from that to the golden jewelry and back. Her hand reaches out to hover above the jewelry, but then she pulls it back, "That's really pretty... but I don't get to wear that stuff much," she finally decides aloud. "The suncatcher, Craftmaster," she says, looking from the lovely piece to Annik, and then to Jaadun, briefly.

Annik nods at Ceryca. "Good choice." She picks up the suncatcher and hands it to Ceryca. "Let me know if you'd like me to wrap that for you for safekeeping during travel." She looks at Jaadun. "Go ahead," she says with a smile.

Jaadun nods, and moving up beside Ceryca, reaches out to the beltknife. He examines the knife, runs his thumb along the blade, then replaces it with obvious reluctance. The jewelry and brooch are given a cursory glance, before he abruptly and perhaps surprisingly says, "The jewelry, if you please."

Annik nods and places the jewelry set in a small box, handing it to Jaadun. "Here you are. Congrats again to you both." Including everyone, she says, "Our fireworks finale will be starting fairly soon, so stick around if you'd like to see it. It'll be out in the meadow."

Bauhaus says "Aye, sir."

Bauhaus pushes open the door to the meadow, disappearing as it closes behind him with a soft thud.

Bauhaus has left.

Taria pushes open the door to the meadow, disappearing as it closes behind her with a soft thud.

Taria has left.

Ceryca holds the suncatcher close, still grinning. Jaadun's choice does get a startled glance, but she turns to Annik. "I'd like mine wrapped, please. I really don't want to break it. Could I leave it here until after the fireworks, maybe?"

Jaadun accepts the box with careful hands and then tucks it into his vest. "Thank you ma'am," he says, and strides outside.

Jaadun pushes open the door to the meadow, disappearing as it closes behind him with a soft thud.

Jaadun has left.

Annik nods at Ceryca. "Sure. Come with me to the Smith tent, where we've got wrapping material. You can keep it there until you leave."