Folken woke up and looked over at the three young ladies sleeping with him. He smiled a toothy grin and didn't move. He was happy and felt quite satisfied with the previous nights en devours.
He was seeing double and knew he was correct. He did in fact have too much wine.. but more so, got a few good pints off of the nice ladies sleeping beside him. He never did bite them. Just got them drunk and then cut each of their palms and suckled on their blood. It was an interesting thing to behold. The girls wouldn't remember a thing. the cuts weren't deep enough to be of any consequence. They'd only be numb for about a day.
Laying back down. Folken looked over at all his clothes and then to the tent canopy. It would start to become very bright out. He'd need to get his special sub armor on before then. He didn't care much for a tan let alone a good ash turning. His skin would turn to ashes if he was directly under the midday sun without his armor. He was even starting to feel weak because of it.
removing himself from the beautiful display of ladies. Folken got dressed and walked out of the tent. Only a few of the Travelers were out and about. They were getting ready to leave in a few hours.
Folken walked up to the head gypsy and handed a small pouch of gold. She thanked him and asked if he wanted his fortune told. Folken declined. But asked if he could have their symbol of recognition. It'd help out in tight spots. Seeing as though the way he was going, alot of gypsy caravans went through and it couldn't hurt to make a few stops now and then. Plus save the fact that he'd have to fight to stave off robbers in the territories of some gypsies.
The woman gladly replied and gave a small coral earring and a sapphire, amethyst and ruby braided cloth clip that Folken quickly put in his ear and clipped the braid to a side of his hood. It was visible and did give his dark cloak some color. the beads glowing in the now obvious sunlight.
As he turned, Folken felt a tug on his pant leg. A young boy was pulling it and looked at his gauntlet. Folken shook his head and showed that it was in fact a weapon not a cool looking piece of armor. the kid looked wide eyed and went scurrying back to the Head Gypsy and made somewhat of a fuss. Making the gypsy laugh and pat the boy on the head. Waving good bye as Folken started out and back into the forest. He'd start his way towards the next village. But would get some provisions from the town he had left the day before. It was a simple trek. He'd get back into town within about an hour at most. Gathering what he needed and then was back off towards where he had been only about an hour ago but slightly to the east. He would go to the town of Hayward and hopefully find what he was after.
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