[IC] New Crobuzon & the World Beyond

[Betimi]

Betimi tries on the new black, chitin armour, marvelling at its flexibility.

"This is perfect, I must thank you. If we are still here later I might come to you with more requests like this."

Creel nods.  "I'd be happy to help."

"Are you able to transmogrify weapons as well as arnor?""

Does Simon share the contents of these packages. Hard to imagine a wyrman delivering a mule.

[OoC: Sorry, I forgot to mention your mule.  It does arrive within the hour.  As for the packages, Simon doesn't say anything about them but you're free to ask.]

Betimi simply watches, not asking, respecting his privacy as their host.

Betimi disappears behind the screen with Simon, after requesting that the party stay clear no matter what they hear.

There are the sounds of first pained whimpers, soon followed by a muffled scream, as if someone is biting down on a leather strap to stop from screaming.

A few minutes later Betimi comes out from behind the screen looking exhausted, covered in sweat, but she has a smile on her face, a tired but happy glow.

Simon follows Betimi out from behind the screen.  He looks at her with a little concern and says, "Are you sure you're alright.  It is pretty big.  I hope it didn't hurt too much."

"It hurt as much as such bonds are supposed to. My child is quite invigorating, and Naberius will help me heal momentarily."

She shakes herself out of her reverie at the subject of a carnival.  "Are you certain it would be wise for us to be seen at such a public event?  Especially given our outsider status and the obvious...discomfort the local constabulary views us with?"

Almost immediately after coming out from behind the screen her ill condition seems to improve, and soon she is once more hale and healthy.

However when she speaks, her vice is again like gravel, no longer her light, feminine tone.

"I do not think we should go to this carnival, but if we choose to I can again disguise myself."

The spearman bows at Selina's omnipresent wisdom and notes with due respect,
"I agree that us humans may be outstanding but kobolds may blend in... if they want to... Personally, I wouldn't start any risky activities before our departure."

Creel gives Selina, Betimi and Nacesh a puzzled expression.  "Oh?  Interesting..."

"This is a human city, I would think that the kobolds would stand out more, if they were seen that is. I imagine most of the time they'd be hidden from view."

Abruptly her appearance changes to that of a skinny, pale looking man, short in stature and covered in the soot and grime of the streets.  Emulating the look of some man she had seen on the street after they had left the smuthy, on their way back to Simon's. She does not try to perfectly emulate his face, actually trying to make the appearance slightly more masculine to match her gravellyvoice.

"Car..neeval?? What is car-ni-val? Will they has food?"

"Yes, there will be loads of food of all kinds to satisfy even the most exotic or picky eaters," replies Creel.

"It would be safer to stay here, we could have food brought to us."
The the short, skinny street sweep points out.