Lara, Tatrix of the Vosk
map copyright Markus Harris 1997
originally posted August 20, 2006
It is always a little cooler for the time of year than you would expect in Lara. Sitting at the confluence of the Vosk and Olni rivers, the breezes whistle through the streets and alleyways, negating the most ardent efforts of tor-tu-gor. Some call it 'brisk' or 'lively'. Really, it is just cold, but I do not mind it. I rather like river towns, despite their abrupt breezes. There are affluent areas in Lara, of course, as many prominent Merchants call her their home, but, in general, she is a worker's town. The streets are lined with butchers and fishmongers, bakers and confectioners, and a good number of taverns. Men in towns such as Lara work hard and, as the saying goes, they play harder.
As I marched the coffle onto her main street last evening, Tasta straining at the leash before us, stimulated by the hundreds of new scents and sounds, we passed many of these taverns. As we were welcomed to the city, we found one patron 'unwelcomed' from one of these taverns. He was thrown, literally, from the front doors by two burly fellows who shook their fists at him as he groaned, crumpled in a heap on the street. Such sights are not uncommon and, I would guess, the same fellow will be welcomed back when he has a fresh wallet full of wages. Today, I've been on a walk with the monster, first girl of the coffle, scouting locations where I might put on a performance. Often such things require a license, but it is generally tolerated and even overlooked if one does not obtain such paperwork as most people enjoy the theater in all of its forms, particularly the impromptu performances of street performers.
It is always a little cooler for the time of year than you would expect in Lara. Sitting at the confluence of the Vosk and Olni rivers, the breezes whistle through the streets and alleyways, negating the most ardent efforts of tor-tu-gor. Some call it 'brisk' or 'lively'. Really, it is just cold, but I do not mind it. I rather like river towns, despite their abrupt breezes. There are affluent areas in Lara, of course, as many prominent Merchants call her their home, but, in general, she is a worker's town. The streets are lined with butchers and fishmongers, bakers and confectioners, and a good number of taverns. Men in towns such as Lara work hard and, as the saying goes, they play harder.
As I marched the coffle onto her main street last evening, Tasta straining at the leash before us, stimulated by the hundreds of new scents and sounds, we passed many of these taverns. As we were welcomed to the city, we found one patron 'unwelcomed' from one of these taverns. He was thrown, literally, from the front doors by two burly fellows who shook their fists at him as he groaned, crumpled in a heap on the street. Such sights are not uncommon and, I would guess, the same fellow will be welcomed back when he has a fresh wallet full of wages. Today, I've been on a walk with the monster, first girl of the coffle, scouting locations where I might put on a performance. Often such things require a license, but it is generally tolerated and even overlooked if one does not obtain such paperwork as most people enjoy the theater in all of its forms, particularly the impromptu performances of street performers.
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