Stormchaser Roleplaying - A night out with Petra

Winding through the University Quarter, Kasper guides the pair toward the Railbridge that leads to Nightmarket. "Well, have you ever had a Skovlan kanelsnegl? Sweet and spiced. Right out of the oven," he breathes in imagining the warm scent of cinnamon. "Mmm... We didn't have much growing up, but my mother would make them on special occasions - I'd ask her to make me some for my birthday. Much better than a cake...," He gives a childish grin. "Anyway, there's a bakery in the area that makes some that reminds me of hers. I don't know if they're the best, but I like them." (edited)

"Do you tell all the girls about your mother?" Petra teases. "Better than cake sounds fantastic, which way to the bakery?"

The Skovlan smirks. "Appropriately enough, it's on Cinnamon Lane." After some idle chat through the clickity-clack of the street cars along Great Owl Road, Kasper says, "Thank you, again, for help in locating that artist. As it turns out his prices aren't so unreasonable." (edited)

Petra arches an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? That's certainly not his reputation. Only the rich and powerful come calling at Barvitius's door."

"The rich and powerful, huh? I don't believe I would count myself among either of those. I guess he was feeling generous with my group of friends to allow a little exchange of services."

Petra pouts good-naturedly. "All right, then. Keep your secrets."

"Heh... It's probably better for you the less you know. " Kasper glances over at the clerk doing her best to look sulky. "Okay, fine," he sighs. "Let's just say I'm no angel in this city filled with ghosts." (edited)

"Who is?" Petra remarks with a dry laugh, but then her expression shifts to something closer to concern. "You're not doing anything dangerous for Barvitius, are you?"

Kasper shrugs. "One of my friends seemed to have some plan to make something for him. It didn't sound like there was any danger. I'm really not sure what all it is going to take, though. They were rambling on about it and it was getting a little too technical for me, so I left the details to them." (edited)

"Is this it?" Petra asks as the pair turn down Cinnamon Lane. The scent of the street's namesake fills the air, seemingly emanating from a storefront several yards down the road.

Kasper's eyes twinkle with child-like delight as he catches the warm scent in the air. "Ah, yes it is! You are in for a treat! The Skovlan picks up his pace slightly and steps over to the window. He orders a pastry and a coffee for each of them. "So, do you have any guilty little pleasures?" he asks handing, one of the treats to Petra.

Petra blushes and bites into the juicy pastry to avoid answering immediately. "I like to read," she replies when she has finally swallowed.

"Books?! Oh my, Miss Petra. How scandalous!" Kasper teases. "I can't sit still long enough to read anything," he chuckles. "Any particular subject to you enjoy readying about?" Kasper pinches off a piece of his pastry and dips it into his coffee before downing it in with a slurp. "So, did I over-sell it?" (edited)

"ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ," Petra mumbles through another mouthful. "It's very good," she tells Kas, gesturing to the steaming pastry with bright eyes. (edited)

"I think I'd rather have the real thing instead of reading someone else's fantasy of it. He flashes a grin before taking another bite. The sound of multiple dogs barking is heard in the near distance. "Ah, sounds like the hounds are running tonight. Want to see if we can't make a few coins... or at least not loose all that we have?

Petra gives Kas an intrigued look, daintily dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. "You have coin to burn?"

Kas nods. "At least for a race or two." He finishes his cinnamon roll and rubs his hands to knock the crumbs away. "C'mon." He offers Petra the crook of his arm. As he leads them around the corner, he turns to her with a bit of a more serious demeanir. 'You asked earlier about doing something dangerous for this Barvitius... Have you heard of others getting mixed up into trouble in dealing with him?" (edited)

"There's always rumours," Petra admits, "but rarely anything solid. He has a reputation for strange requests and those who help him have a habit of disappearing."