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Aeolwyn passed beneath gilded vine and whirling amber, flame, and earth. The colors of autumn scarcely escaped him, drawing the young farm hand into a botanical wonderland of orange. When the doors to the aedile revealed themselves he slipped past the quiet threshold, a baijani bewildered by the dramatic fluctuations of Acuminion life. This place was a bit of a hotbed for disaster, but he just needed a little work, and promised himself he'd not foolishly test the hand of the Dolwood. It was off to Midpoint once he made some good crown. Though - there was something else, but he'd get to it later; the matter of a bow, and learning to fetch his own food. The foraging was still good, what with autumn on the wane, but he'd be in winter before making it back home to Jaedaxia.
Thirty seconds of thought. Too much; enough to be caught day-dreaming. He snickered at himself, and realized too many brightenings on the road alone had provoked the young man to live in his head a little. Fair enough. Good times happening there, on a whim.
He tipped his head before the registrar, casting a respectful glance and polite smile. Rumors of gruff 'northman' ways were a little exaggerated, more to be expected from Vhagrand, plus he'd more been tailored to a Jaedaxianne lifestyle. What would they think, could they see the wretched city now? He sighed and offered, "Serale, I'm Aeolwyn, traveling from New Coldmoon, on my way to Tirisfal, following the harvest trails. I'm wondering if there aren't any farmers looking for last minute laborers? I'll be in for nigh three cycles and could use the coin." He paused, gauging the official for some reassurance, just enough to make sure he was in the right place.
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