Private - Food War: Darko VS Iván

WELCOME TO WHATEVER THE HABANERO PEPPER THIS IS

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It's been a long and tiring journey. Iván just wanted a ride to the city of Finweald so he could research a recipe or two, but every time he asked a carriage for one, they'd refuse him. Why? Because of the way he looked and smelled. They all refused him even before he could tell them that he wasn't begging for a ride and that he could pay them. Maybe he should have rented a mount instead, but it was already too late for that. He had had enough.

He sighed as he stared at the bright blue sky, lying on his back on the back of a hay cart, parts of him covered in hay. It wasn't the most luxurious way to travel but at least he was getting somewhere. It wouldn't be long now until he reached his destination. He smiled at the thought of bolstering his knowledge about this culinary world. It couldn't be that different from his own, right? To say that he was excited was an understatement. He was looking forward to unlocking a bunch of things.

When the cart finally stopped, Iván listened intently, discreetly, to everything around him, wary of getting caught, more of getting chased and branded a stinky beggar than getting hauled to jail. People can be so judgmental. He didn't need more of those people throwing tomatoes at him. He's had enough of that from that other place.

"How was the trip?"

"Freaking awful! Glad that I'm in..." Some sort of explosion spooked the masked illusionist, though his concerns were quickly allayed when it was followed by cheering and some sort of band playing. Was it a festival? He slowly, carefully, poked the top of his head to peek over the side of the cart. His hunch was correct. There was a festival. In Finweald? "...Finweald's my favorite city that's for sure!"

The mere mention of Finweald relieved Iván. He had no idea there was going to be a festival in Finweald at this time, but he's never been here, and Astorea has yet to be a familiar place to him. Rolling out of the hay cart, Iván scurried towards an alley, away from the hay cart and its driver for fear of getting caught for his crime. It was a crime, wasn't it? Would they hang him for stealing a ride, though? Hay carts aren't even supposed to be ridden on, except by the driver, so technically, it isn't a crime, right?

No matter. He had more important things to do, to read about, to think of, in this great city of Finweald. Iván strode more confidently as he walked farther and farther away from the hay cart, oblivious to the fact that the same hay cart bound for Finweald was on the move once again, having just taken a quick detour to this small town for a quick bite.

A quick consultation with his Investigation Mode would've saved him the trouble of getting lost, but maybe getting lost was not such a bad thing for him. After all, getting lost in a small town during a food festival wouldn't be that bad, would it?

@Darko Ljubicic