by Meliva » Sun Feb 09, 2020 11:42 pm
In the port of Vaasburg, a large festival celebrating St. Valenine is underway. Countless people, from lords to peasants have gathered to celebrate. Local Brothels are having sales, countless food stalls have been set up and folks are looking forward to a massive dance scheduled for later-many looking for a partner for said dance. In a very shabby, cheap looking stall, a young robed woman with pale white skin, dark black hair and dark red eyes sits, looking absolutely miserable as she peddles her wares. A large sign next to her reads- Veera's Witch Stall-Here for all your needs- Now carrying Love potions!.
The woman occasionally shouts to folks who seem desperate "Only a loser would go to the Dance alone-Get a potion and score a date. 100 gold!." As she mutters to herself disgusted "the bloody things I gotta do for some coin cause of that wretched B****".
I'm a meanie head! Beware my Meanness