- Markshire PCs:
Monday oâ€™ last week, I was in Foothold and met Sun-Ok outside the Temple. I asked her where she was off to, and she told me sheâ€™d be makinâ€™ a delivery oâ€™ axes to Thane, at his castle out by Zariat pass.
She asked me if Iâ€™d like ta tag along. I said sure, â€˜cause I always enjoys seeinâ€™ how kings and royalty is livinâ€™ in their huge castles, dressed up in fancy robes with all their servents and maids buzzinâ€™ â€˜round makinâ€™ things easy fer â€˜em. Anyways, off we went!
On the way there, we run into Bel who was standinâ€™ â€˜round doinâ€™ nothinâ€™ and he joined us. When we got to the castle, Sun-Ok run off to an empty room and changed quick into a pretty purple dress soâ€™s sheâ€™d be lookinâ€™ her best before she met with the head oâ€™ the Pellytes.
When she was ready, the guards ushered us into a big room and there he stood! All puffed up and proud and feelinâ€™ good about himself. Thane, the leader oâ€™ all the Pellytes!
Well I hailed him. I shouted â€œHail Thane! leader oâ€™ all the Pellytes!â€ Sun-Ok give me a dirty look, and Bel told me ta shut up and I did. But I thought all kings and lords and important folks like ta be hailed, ya know? When Lord Mark hops in his wagon and rides through the streets oâ€™ Foothold, I waves and hails him too! He always gives me a wink and a little smile as heâ€™s passinâ€™ by.
Ohh! Speakinâ€™ oâ€™ wagons Port told me Lord Markâ€™s got a new one! All fancy and painted in different colors with lots oâ€™ bells and whistles hanginâ€™ off oâ€™ it! Imported, I think! Thing is, itâ€™s got five wheels on it and a huge map built into it, what keeps droppinâ€™ down in front oâ€™ the driver blockinâ€™ the view.
The Lord and all his friends is havinâ€™ a devil oâ€™ a time learninâ€™ ta steer it proper cause oâ€™ the map and the fifth wheel ya know? And itâ€™s so heavy they can only go from one place to another really slow and they need twice as many oxen ta pull it as they needed ta pull the old one around!
Lady Markâ€™s havinâ€™ a conniption â€˜cause theyâ€™s doinâ€™ their practicinâ€™ in the court yard, and they keep runninâ€™ over her shrubs and nice flowers what she worked so hard on ta plant! Oh geez! The old wagonâ€™s sittinâ€™ in a corner somewhere and none oâ€™ the earls, and dukes and the rest oâ€™ Lord Markâ€™s friends is payinâ€™ much attention to it no more.
Men is like that, ya know? Theyâ€™s the same as children when they gets a fancy new toy. They just ainâ€™t wantinâ€™ ta put it down ever! And if ya ainâ€™t watchinâ€™ â€˜em close theyâ€™ll even try ta sneak it into bed with â€˜em!
And I heard that when Lord Mark finally gets the new wagon workinâ€™ right, him and his friends is all gonna jump in and ride off ta some other place much nicer then where heâ€™s livinâ€™ now! Yup! I heard that!
But one oâ€™ the earls said theyâ€™d paid the rent on the land here, for the next hundred years and it would be ok with him if any oâ€™ us wished ta stay here. Or weâ€™d be welcome to come along with them, even though all oâ€™ the other earls and dukes and the rest oâ€™ his close close friends already has reserved seats inside the wagon and there ainâ€™t none left.
But he said the new wagon would be pullinâ€™ a cart behind it which all oâ€™ us could cram into if we decided ta come along. Iâ€™m thinkinâ€™ he donâ€™t care too much whether we stays or goes, cause all oâ€™ the other earls and dukes and the rest oâ€™ his friends has decided to make the trip ta the new place with him.
But theyâ€™s gonna leave the old wagon here so we can ride around in it. Theyâ€™s gonna leave a few merchants too but theyâ€™s gonna be all business now, and ainâ€™t gonna chat no more â€˜bout things with us. Theyâ€™ll still be lots oâ€™ things ta do . . . like whackinâ€™ monsters and . . . well, like whackinâ€™ monsters.
Seems kinda sad ta me, ya know? All oâ€™ this started â€˜cause oâ€™ a new wagon what some oâ€™ us think ainâ€™t nearly as good as the old one. Nope. I guess the townâ€™ll be kind oâ€™ empty now. We ainâ€™t gonna be seeinâ€™ Lord Mark in his old wagon, ridinâ€™ down the streets oâ€™ Foothold no more. I wonder if heâ€™ll stop by some day, and tell those oâ€™ us whats left, one oâ€™ his tales . . . like he used ta do, in that nice park out by Stonemark.
Oh geez! Where was I? Oh! I know! Thane, the leader oâ€™ the Pellytes . . .