*To make a bit extra pocket change, Hilda has been setting up in the Park and telling fortunes. This lil' 'biz has become surprisingly lucrative, as a good handful of people are now addicted to having their fortunes told several times a week.

Hilda turns over cards, telling vague stories of things to come to the six or so people huddled around

*Like every night, Hilda is once again at the counter, daintily sampling various li--okay, I lied, she's actually had like, four Vodka Gimleys already and is buzzing the eensiest bit. 8l*

*It's late in the afternoon- the sun's shining annoyingly through the window as Hilda uncomfortably rolls over in bed, kicking the sheets off of it and sitting up abruptly, to be met by a shooting pain in her head*

....arrgh..

(..augh..my..he...crap..)

*Smelling of alcohol and probably Tytree, she staggers off of the bed, knocking off the ( Read more... )

*After making a payment to the inn, Hilda found herself retreating to the tavern. It's actually quite nice down there-live music, pleasant conversation, friendly service and, most important of all, well priced drinks ( Read more... )

*Hilda walks back into the inn, briskly approaching counter, her head considerably clearer than it previously was. Of course, she's still irritated, but reasonable enough to not go up and murder her companion.*

I'd like to settle the matter of the bill.

For you and your husband? It'll be 100 gald.

*After well over twelve hours of sleep, Hilda stirs from her shabbat, increasingly disorientated from a mixture of drowsiness and supressants in the form of fungi. As she clumsily sits up, she notices some extra weight ( Read more... )