Tidbits of Interest

Dwarf: …. So you’re saying you can’t get any closer to that to the forgefire?

Elf: not comfortably, no

(Later)

Dwarf: *thrusting a hand out* back!

Elf: it’s really all right, I’ll just use the tongs to—

Bonus:

Usually he is quite a patient man. One must be with the dead.

But this is trying even his good will. .

“Rook we have been to three different blacksmith shops this morning alone,” he protests as Rook veers to the left where a sign promises “Genuine Dragon Hide Hilt Wraps!”

Lucanis does not help. Lucanis’s eyes light up more than Spite’s and he follows Rook with the anticipation of a much younger person spotting candy.

Rather than be dragged after them, Emmrich releases Rook’s hand, and sighs as Rook answers his protest with a weak, “Just one more, Em. Promise.”

And so he finds a shaded fountain to sit beside. And he waits.

He is only there a short while when a woman, surrounded by a small brood of excited children settles beside him, sets down numerous bags of shopping.

“You don’t mind, do you love?” she says, with the unabashed openness of most of the people of Rivain. “This road is murder on my feet.”

It takes Emmrich half a moment to realise she is addressing him and not one of the half dozen, chattering urchins bouncing around her.

“Oh, not at all, please,” Emmrich motions to the public fountain into which two of the children have already climbed.

“A hot day,” she says conversationally, “but there’s so much to do, and the weather waits for no man, nor woman.”

“Indeed,” Emmrich concedes, glancing up at the punishing sun. He’s grateful now that Taash insisted he cake himself in the cream meant to protect one’s skin from burning.

Her children play for a few moments as she fans herself and they watch the lively activity.

“Do you have any little ones?” she asks.

Manfred, immediately springs to mind. He is spending the day with Bellara, examining the artifacts they gathered from Arlathan last week. No doubt they are elbow bone deep in cogs by now.

The woman see’s Emmrich’s reminiscent smile, “tell me of them.”

By the time Rook and Lucanis wander from the shop, clutching their purchases, they are anticipating at the very least a disapproving tut, and maybe some foot tapping.

Instead they find a smiling Emmrich, surrounded by a dozen entranced children, watching the little dragon he has created from water fly in the air, running and shrieking when it sprays them. No less than four grateful parents are soaking their feet in the fountain.

“Gods, he’s cute,” Rook says and hurries off to that fruit seller Emmrich likes. It’s almost lunchtime and he’ll be hungry after an audience like this.

Myne it's an England thing but I've just grabbed the closest things to me and they both have an extensive list of ingredients.

Hand cream

Turkish delight/Chocolate

from label 1:

in the US and EU, this is a generic term meaning "something we put in here to make it smell nice" and there is absolutely NO way of knowing if that is a scent you are allergic to or not. some of these can be a mix of up to 200 distinct components.

from label 2:

i think you can probably see the problem here?

Eh sure why not, here's my take at the eridian fisting welcoming committee

Bad grammar because. Let's be for real. They're eridians.

Glad you asked. I have arrived at 'modern flax is Bullshit compared to what we had in historical textiles, the flax widely available for handspinning is basically the tow that would be discarded from textile creation and used with tar to caulk ships back in the day'

This naturally led me down a hole of 'why is the staple length of this stuff a bullshit 6 inches' and the answer is 'we have bred modern flax more for the oil than the fiber because cotton usurped the place of everyday textile thanks to slavery and the cotton gin'

Anyway, THIS led me to a rabbit hole that culminated in me finding flax seed bred for proper 30 inch tall plants for fiber, sold by some fellow minded nerds on a website that has not been updated since 1998 and you have to email them to buy anything.

"Bertas Story

Berta was a farmers girl from Austria who married in the 1940ies. As it was common, she got a huge trunk full of unspun flax and one full of linnen fabric as a dowry. Both trunks were treasured by her till her death but she never used any of it.

Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.

Yes its supposed to be a badly drawn heart

it is also on EVERY SINGLE STANDARD LICENSE PLATE