Bard the Bowman

Amoxtli: *hands in a well crafted doll, almost human like*

Amoxtli smiled and shrugged gesturing to the rest of her stand, where pieces of finely crafted metal jewellery and other dolls sat. 

     “I think so, yes. My youngest would love it.” The bowman thought aloud with an honest smile. Tilda did not usually like dolls, trinkets or the likes, for she knew they were expensive and beyond what they could afford. 

Amoxtli pondered for a moment. Esgaroth was not awfully rich place. She hummed a little under her nose. She could afford this.

     Aware of her kind deed, Bard began to feel a little guilty. Thankful, he nodded. However, before fetching two fish from his barge on the lake beside them, he hesitated. 

Amoxtli: *hands in a well crafted doll, almost human like*

Amoxtli smiled and shrugged gesturing to the rest of her stand, where pieces of finely crafted metal jewellery and other dolls sat. 

     “I think so, yes. My youngest would love it.” The bowman thought aloud with an honest smile. Tilda did not usually like dolls, trinkets or the likes, for she knew they were expensive and beyond what they could afford. 

Send me  “OH!”  to see how my muses reacts to yours walking in on them getting dressed.

WHOEVER you were back then