UP: Napa Valley
I love to watch people. People watching is an art and after you done it
a bit, you would be amazed at the things you notice. Wandering through
Britannia, if you stop your own ventures for a bit, you will see it is
teaming with life, some on two feet, some on four. So many individuals
mixed together in a tangle of lifelines and missions, different paths
intersecting and meandering. People so focused on their own lives I could
be invisible for they do not see me wandering the streets watching them.
Ah, but I notice them!
I as I was lounging by the Oaken Oar shipwrights, I happen to notice
a lady walking across the bridge in my direction. The look in her eye
told me she watched people too and while it looked like she was new to
town, it almost seemed like she was being guided through the streets to
a destination she was not yet aware of. Nor was I, but I was determined
to find out! I know, I know, dont think less of me for this one,
but when gypsy wanders the streets of city the size of Britain with a
purpose, I have to think something interesting might happen.
walked toward the East Side of town where the city thins out a bit, with
more green spaces, more trees, and fewer people. For someone new to town
she does not seem to be taking in many of the sights. Her path turns north
and as she walks by The Chamber of Virtue, she hesitates a bit as she
gazes into its cool depths but does not stop. That guiding force keeps
her moving forward toward the north. The gypsy reached the edge of the
lake that surrounds Lord Blackthorns castle and stopped for a moment
winding a necklace of red beads through her fingers.
to sigh, she turned east, her red skirt swirling around her dusty, sandal-clad
feet. Green grasses dominated most of the area as I watched her stop in
front of a smallish house build of rough-hewn boards on the outskirts
of town. It was not the most tidy of places and seemed to have been deserted
for quite awhile but she entered it like it was Britishs own castle,
almost as if she herself lived there. I walked around the building and
looked in a broken window seeing the mess inside. The dust of many months
layered the remaining furniture writing its own history on each surface.
The faded tracks of a mouse, a collection of weathered leaves near a broken
window, even the stale smell of rats all tell of the lonely life the house
has lived of late.
as I was ready to step away from the window, I heard the lady begin speaking
though no one was there
or so she thought.
will make it live again," she said determinedly. First I need
to find a pub that carries a fine Yew red, then on to the Hall of Records
to find out who owns the place and make an offer. Running her hand
across the beat-up table in the center of the room she turned toward the
door, once again she was speaking to herself. Once this place is
mine, I will focus on that old wise woman again, she said shaking
her head a bit, this is one time I wish my future sight could tell
me where to find that ancient blue dragon she told me about. Slowly
she opened the front door and I could see a very determined look on her
face before I slid into the shadows of the building then walked away.
lady I want to meet
wise women, gypsies, ancient blue dragons
could be an interesting lady to get to know!
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Sunday, July