Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

There is? Huh, I would expected Aunt Merrill or Grandpa to have mentioned it. Then again, I've been distracted so... "That would-- wait, crash? When is it going to happen?" he asks with a sinking sensation in his gut.

[GamesMaster]

"A few hours after sunset. We're getting all set up now but we expect it to be an all-night party."

[Andreas Amell]

Tail drooping limply to his ankles, Andreas sighs. "I can only stay a couple of hours before I have to get back," he says with clear regret. 

[GamesMaster]

Pip blinks, taken aback. "Oh. You can't get away just for a night?" they wheedle. 

[Andreas Amell]

Running a hand through his hair, Andreas sighs gustily. "If I had started planning and campaigning for it a week," or month, "ago? Sure. But..."

[GamesMaster]

"Ach. Well, come have some meat, we got those cured meats from Old Jackson."

[Andreas Amell]

"Old Jackson?" Andreas asks curiously as he follows her. 

[GamesMaster]

"Best purveyer of dried meats in all Cattown," Pip brags. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas gives her an amused look. "Relation of yours?" he asks dryly. 

[GamesMaster]

"Nah, but I've been going to him since I was a little kid."

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah. Where's his shop?" Andreas asks, waving to Cameron and Tadpole in passing as they approach the snack table. I should bring a catfolk-sourced offering next time I come by.

[GamesMaster]

"Down on thirty-first, but he runs a stall at the market every Caelday."

[Andreas Amell]

Which thirty-first? I know of four different-- in Cattown, idiot. "A stall in the Bazar or in Cattown?"

[GamesMaster]

"The bazaar. He's come a long way in the world."

[Andreas Amell]

"That is impressive. It's hard for small shops to compete in the Bazar, especially for food."