lirvothethird

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  SpoilerI heaved a cauldron made entirely out of rocks in front of me. Tilting it slightly to the side, I gnced at the trickling brook that led towards the vilge.

  Pottery jostled as I walked downwards, slowly but surely.

  Halfway down, I put it down, making sure to drive it in. Taking a short break, I wiped the sweat running down my face.

  [colpse]Heaving a round cauldron filled to the brim with pots and vases made straight from the rocks, I followed the trickling brook back down towards the farming vilge. My arms strained, as the cauldron rger than my body jostled while walking. Taking a break to wipe sweat running down my face, I pced the cauldron onto the ground, securing it by pushing it in. The odds of it rolling down is very high.

  "Did I overdo it? No, it's only a short distance away."

  Gncing at the pottery, the quality was uniform but pin. The only outstanding part of them were that they are made of rocks, heavier but more durable. Some had a more uniform color after kneading and mixing in the water to first wash away some dirt, then slowly waiting for it to dry. This method took more time so I cheated by making a thinner dirt version before applying a yer of stone.

  When washing the pottery, bits and pieces of the dirt would leak out, forcing me to apply more yers. This will allow me to hike up prices, as something that is water proof is better than one that leaks. Nodding my head to myself, I continue downwards carrying my cauldron full of pottery. Tripping can only happen when pnts snag my feet, like really really hard, as one foot touching the ground can bance my entire body.

  The trees on this side of the mountain are like the forest with the strange dy, but with rge leaves and rounded tips. Birds fluttered in the sky between the trees. Squirrels, brown in color differed from the grey ones in Demacia. A root snagged my feet as I fell face first. Peeking through one eye, I let myself fall, while bracing the cauldron in front. Elbows first into the ground. No harm done.

  A sharp pain shot from my toes. It seems that I stubbed it. Rubbing my feet briefly, I continued on my way again, not looking at the surroundings. The trees grew more and more sparse as stumps repced them. Terraced farmnd yered down the hillside. Copying the hawkers I met in the past, I called out loudly.

  "Earthenware for sale! Waterproof and clean!"

  Gnces were tossed my way as farmers took a look at me and the cauldron I was holding. I continued walking down towards the center of the vilge. Something felt wrong, my heart thumped loudly in my ears, sweat kept appearing on my face. Pcing down the cauldron, it felt like the sun beat down much harder than before. Wiping the sweat from my face, I drank out of a fsk I made. Squatting in the shade did wonders, as a few deep breathes gradually calmed my mind.

  Now calm, I waited near the pottery for a bit, dazing off. Thatched cottages glowed in the sun. Gravel coated the floor, making one wonder how the lush farmnd came to be. Shaking myself awake, I id out the pottery pieces in front of me. Pity that there isn't a cloth or something to dispy my wares.

  The cheerful ughter of children came my way. A faint sense of foreboding came as memories of the deeds I did as a child fshed past.

  But. I already prepared for that!

  Seven, seven colorful rocks filled with smaller rocks that when shaken, made some sound. Each held a different noise. However, all that changed inside were the size of the gravel.

  Doubts started blooming. What if, what if they are different in a pce like here. No no, they are young, they should be simir to the ones back home. Here they come!

  Pulling out one such rock, I rhythmically shaking it low to the ground. Doing this with practiced ease will make them think that it's fancy and exotic. The group of 8 came within view, ughing as they came towards me. I'm screwed. Maybe not.

  The cauldron is a simple construct, but it's going to be too rge to comfortably carry around. This might be an opportunity.

  "Hey! This guy looks like he got dragged through the mud two times!"

  The smile cracked. I continued to shake the rock, clenching hard. They ughed as they started surrounding me.

  "With hair like that I'd run away from home too."

  Another round of ughter ensued. I started kneading the rock into one piece. Imagine if I split this into pieces and throw it at them unnoticed.

  "Anything catch your fancy?"

  A thin kid came forwards. With how the group reacted it seemed they respected him, which feels strange. In a pce that's filled with farmers, a schor shouldn't appear. I tensed slightly, this ten year old kid might have something to him.

  "Hmmm, Conner, you smashed your mother's bowl right?"

  "Yup."

  A boy with short hair nodded gravely, a red palm imprint on his face. The thin kid looked at me and asked.

  "So what do you want for these?"

  The majority of the kids were pying off to the side. I had already thought about what I needed.

  "Food, coins, barter."

  "Ohhhhh..."

  A smirk adorned his face. This is why I don't like smart people. The thin kid pointed at the bowls while whispering in Conner's ear. Catching the cue, I slowly spoke.

  "30 copper or 5 copper and food for a bowl. They are waterproof and don't break easily."

  They weren't as fragile as pottery, with the downside of being heavier. I tried as hard as I could to keep it thin to skimp on effort.

  "Don't you have your saved up coins, go, I'll handle this."

  He gave a small push, and Conner scampered off.