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[lumelume]

WHO: Mado and you!
WHAT: Just a weird asshole causing disturbances in the Gallows and surrounding area, explicitly here to make friends!!
WHEN: Kingsway!
WHERE: Around and about!
NOTES: Possible NSFW depending on who shows up and what their intentions are!

I. The Gallows Courtyard

He hasn't been kicked out yet, so Mado has to make the most of the time he has left. He's not overtly panhandling, but he is busking, with a floppy old hat put out to collect coins while he alternates between doing acrobatic feats and magic tricks, taking breaks to simply shake a tambourine and sing beautiful, plaintive Antivan love songs.
He plays to passersby, strolling alongside them and, at times, offering them opportunities to join.

"A song for you, ser!" he calls, and Maker have mercy on the victim.

II. Lowtown

Hightown being far out of his budget when it comes to entertainment, Mado can be found in some of the slummier taverns, offering services similar to his street busking but with hope of receiving drinks rather than money.

He sits on a table, crooning a drinking song while several of the local boozehounds sway and slosh their mugs around, at least one of them weeping with passion.

His eye is easily caught by a face either familiar or interesting, and it isn't long before he slips over with a bow and a brilliant smile.

III. The Ferry

Periodically, a little brown-and-white spotted dog will hop onto the ferry right behind someone, sitting close and casually looking around as if it belongs to them.
It's the very same dog that been seen wandering around the Gallows, begging and doing tricks for scraps, but the owner, if it has one, has not yet been identified.

Comments

[sulahnan]

She leaves the full-body fidgeter known as Mado in the hall for the moment, stepping in first and closing the door behind her.

"Scoutmaster," she greets, taking only a few strides towards where she usually stands when she gives reports. "My reasons for being here are twofold: first, there is a potential new recruit I agreed to escort up here to meet you. I can't vouch for his skill, but I figured you'd want to judge for yourself whether or not he should be escorted off the island."

Athessa's bearing is not what it was six months ago, when Yseult described her as uncertain. She is, of course, the same person, but with the volume turned down. Calm, maybe tired, but clearly making good on her promise to take her training seriously. Rather than looking to Yseult with her head angled forward in contrition, her regard is level, and steady.

[lumelume]

Out in the hallway, an idiot waits.