Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
After only a few weeks of posing as a gardener, Lorelei had successfully stolen the golden watering can that Maureen had requested. She had already given the item to the woman, it was sent through magic. It had been a simple task, and nobody had even noticed the missing item.
She left the garden, standing outside, looking into the sun. It didn't bother her at all to look directly at it since her eyes were glass. She blinked, looking away. She wondered what her next task would be.
Roland walked around the castle walls just running ideas through his head when he saw a familiar face. But why was it familiar, he didn't remember anything about her. He walked up to the girl and although he was confused, he figured he would think of it while it talked to her. "Hey there, admiring the sun are ya?"
Roland smiled, once he got closer he knew why she looked familiar. Her face was on the theatre posters. She was a... Dancer or something, "I was, hmm, well I guess just think through things really." he said rubbing the hair on the back of his head.
Roland nodded, "Yes," he bowed slightly, "Roland Longfellow," he then straightened himself up, "And you are... Um," the name from the poster had escaped him. "Ah, I don't know. I saw your poster but I have forgotten what name was on it." he chuckled a little embarrassed. He shouldn't have tried to say so much.
"I hope you didn't mind my formalities. It just seemed like a lady such as yourself deserved them." he explained realizing shear have thought the whole bowing stuff a little weird.
"That is good. In a way it is a hospital, healing the hearts of people." Roland smiled, he was a firm believer in the power of the arts to control and even mend people's feelings. "So what brings you over here?" he asked noticing that she was quite a ways from the theatre.
Roland looked to where she was pointing. 'we have a garden?', he thought to himself. "Oh, we'll that is nice. Is it beautiful? Or I mean, is it like a garden should be?" gardens were not his specialty.
Roland laughed awkwardly sense he was not too comfortable with beginning an in depth conversation on flowers. He desperately tried to change the subject, "So what do you do as part time then?" he asked. Roland resisted the urge to face palm as he noticed that he may have just started the conversation he was trying to avoid.
He was about to ask how but then realized he would be digging himself deeper into the flourish discussion. "Well that sounds very interesting." he searched for something else to talk about.
"So your show, it's been here for, three months or so. Is that right?"