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Le Café Isarn allegedly has coffee, but how are its hours of operation? Does it provide for customers at the absurd hour of 'just after dawn'? Inquiring people carrying coins want to know.
coffee is the only redeeming quality of cities
with-the-roots
"Coffee, actually, but sure, the convention's why I'm in the city," she clinks down several silver coins onto the nearest table. "Can this number of shiny coins get me a coffee."
with-the-roots
She gives an affirmative grunt before downing the entire cup in one long series of efficient swallows like a dehydrated man might drink water. It's piping hot, of course, but her Endure Elements from yesterday is still up. It counts for hot drinks.
"... Can they pay for a second?" she asks, neatly setting the empty cup back on the table.
with-the-roots
"Great. I would like a second, then."
This one is getting the same treatment as the last.
wind-is-rising
"So, where are you from, Citizen Delegate?" He's heard there's a druid from the Whisperwood, but that was supposed to be an elf, and the female druid's supposed to be from Kintargo Forest.
with-the-roots
Ugh. Small talk. Thanks, she hates it.
"Barrowood. If I leave these coins here with you will give me the equivalent coffee later if I ask?"
with-the-roots
Aw!! Look!! He can take a hint!! Between this and the coffee, she decides she likes him.
"I'm going to drop a Plant Growth before the convention," she says, after a minor pause of watching how he's not making her small talk. "Do you have preferences about which bit of farmland I aim it at?"
wind-is-rising
"Not particularly. Good patch a half-mile out the west gate, got strawberries." That's the direction there's most smallholders and fewer lords in.
with-the-roots
She considers if she can squeeze this in between now, connecting with nature to regain her druidic powers, and the convention, then nods.
"Sure. Thanks."
Then she turns into a bird (blackbird, again) and flies off.
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