Cordovan

Cordovan being pulled away from the old codger proclaiming peace and harries. Cordovan's fists swinging wildly as the local authority's separated them and took the blasphemer away. "we coming from humans, posh!" my father gave a sympathetic sneer as indeed had no idea what I was so boiled about.

"Father are you still looking for your peppers?" mumbling a couple of words while looking intensely at his paper, he then held his hand in the air and pointed it "should be this way. O'l murrfy should have the best deal."

we began sifting through the crowded market, was rather full this afternoon and the hint of autumn ran through the air. The sun had recently came out from behind the clouds revealing the marvelous nation of the Mcfurrys. truly it was no more then a clan devoted to the Rikes one of the most influential coalition of Nimfurry.

my Father name being a Stout, Ronald Stout we were historically one of the influential groups in our expansion of our great nation a hundred years ago but now the Stout family was stripped of all megelo-pride as the common Stout now days consisted more of mild mannered business men. not dealing with the hassle of the sword but the honor of trade.

but to date we were one of the biggest land owners in the entire territory, dealing high in servants and wheat. though my Father always called us stewards of the land, his reasoning, none of us are going to enjoy it going to die first so best not to get to attached and leave it better for our children because they're the ones going to be stuck in the human forsaken bog.

still sifting through the crowd of people there was an opening, "look dad, its Sheila" a nick name for human females "just have her do it then we can go." his father continued to stand in place as he looked for the next thing on the list.

Cordovon's angst was not only from his boredom but also the annoying ability Sheila had to make Cordovon feel like a child, sure he was still 14 but he wasn't sure he could stand it out here in public "come on Dad before she sees me, bah just let the servants take care of it." frustrated at his inability to get his father to do anything, Cordivin looked around to try to preoccupy his mind and distance himself from Sheila. "Ooo fire blowers."