Fruit Market

In which there is a game of Cat and mouse

Sted Cair Town Square


You stand in the middle of Sted Cair’s Town Square, the social hub of the township. All around you the citizens of Sted Cair are enjoying the fine weather as they travel through, going about their daily business.

The square itself is somewhat parklike, dominated in the center by a large grey marble statue of Aslan. The lion is seated and looks toward the east where Cair Paravel stands and his own land lies far beyond the ocean. His expression, while impressive, is neither menacing nor sedate. Instead, it simply looks majestic. A plaque underneath the statue simply reads, “Aslan”.

Streets lead in all four directions out of the square. There are buildings at each corner as well. To the northeast is the Explorer’s shop, and the Fruit Market sits under an impressive pavillion to the northwest. The Satyr’s Hoof Tavern lies to the southwest, and Grumich’s Pawnshop is southeast.


You can go: Fruit Market <NW>, North <N>, Explorer’s Shop <NE>, Pawnbroker <SE>, Road to Cair Paravel <E>, South Road <S>, West Road <W>, Tavern <SW>

Contents: Marble Statue.

Avery strolls along toward the marble statue, her hands clasped behind her back.

Haft follows a couple of paces behind, eyes alert.

Avery hmms as she examines the marble. “Truly a work of art, isn’t it?”

Haft nods, following her gaze.  “I know very little about art, as you know quite well, my lady, but I must admit that this statue seems very fine.”

Avery chuckles, turning to face him. “I think you appreciate it more than you let on.”

Haft blinks.  “I appreciate beauty,” he says easily.  “And I respect the One it represents.”

Avery nods lightly, looking at the statue again. “Yes.” She is quiet for a moment before saying, “I wanted to thank you for agreeing to come with us to Narnia…Although, with my Mother making the request, I’m not sure you had much of a choice. But, even still, I am grateful.”

Haft says, “It’s no trouble, Lady Avery.  I’m happy to do my duty and go anywhere my king or captain send me, no matter who makes the request.”

Avery grins. “Well, in that case…I will try to stay out of trouble.”

Haft smiles faintly, inclining his head.  “I’d be obliged.”

Avery makes her way around the statue. “How does it feel to be back?”

Haft looks mildly surprised by the question.  “It’s a little curious.  I wasn’t planning to return.  But it’s pleasant enough.  I can see everything through fresh eyes, if you will–both yours and my own.”

Avery glances back. “Well, I’m a stranger here, so please, lead the way. If we’re going to see everything, we should start right away.”

Haft says, “Everything?  That’s a tall order.”  He glances around.  “Perhaps the fruit market would be a good place to begin?” he offers, apparently deeming this safe territory.  “There aren’t too many people on the streets this early in the morning, but you can meet the proprietor and make a light breakfast.”

Avery nods. “Yes! That sounds wonderful!” She walks back to his side and laughs. “You make excellent suggestions.”

Haft says, “Glad you think so, my lady.  This way please,” he says, directing her ahead of him into the market.”

The Sted Cair Fruit Market


You stand under a beautiful open pavillion constructed almost entirely of smooth, grey stone. It rises in arcs, meeting at an apex high above where you stand. You can see birds flitting back and forth between the rafters. At ground level here below, a farmers market of fruits has been set up that peddles some of the finest fruits in Narnia. Everywhere you can see citizens of Sted Cair either buying fruit or selling it to the kind-looking farmer who runs the market.


You can go: Out <SE>

Contents: Fairbanks, the Fruitmerchant and Pricelist.

Avery nods and makes her way toward the pavilion. She looks up at the rafters, watching the birds fly around. “Are there any particular fruits that taste better here in Narnia?” She looks back at Haft and chuckles. “Or do they all taste the same as ours back home?”

A cat with long, grey tabby fur comes suddenly dashing past the stalls in hot pursuit of a (dumb of course) mouse.

Haft tilts his head, considering.  “Try the strawberries.”

Haft turns at the sudden movement.

Avery lifts her eyebrows. “The straw–” Her words are interrupted by a sharp gasp as the mouse runs over her foot. She stumbles back as the Cat comes sailing through.

A cat with long, grey tabby fur streaks past the lady and her guard before pouncing the mouse, capturing the protesting little rodent.

Haft relaxes his stance, observing the Cat with amusement.

Avery watches the Cat and mouse. “Oh my. You are very fast.” She places a hand over her heart and exhales.

A cat with long, grey tabby fur keeps the mouse pinned under one paw and blinks towards the lady, “Thank you, I know.”

Haft remains quiet, watching the exchange.

Avery laughs. “And very confident, too, I see.” She inclines her head. “The fruit market must be grateful to have you here to catch the mice. Might I inquire after your name?”

A cat with long, grey tabby fur bobs his head a little, “The name’s Trim, you?”

Avery smiles. “Lady Avery.” She motions to Haft. “Haft has been kind enough to show me some of Sted Cair, starting with the strawberries.”

Haft inclines his head toward the Cat.  “Trim.”

Trim casts a look towards Haft, “You’re not from around here are you?”

Avery glances at Haft, awaiting his reply.

Haft frowns slightly.  “No.  I have visited Sted Cair from time to time though.”

Trim says, “Thought not, I’d have recognized you if you were”

Haft says, “Ah.”

Avery smiles and turns toward the bucket holding the strawberries. She chooses a few bright red berries.

Trim lifts his paw slightly so that the mouse can run a few feet before pouncing it again

A son of adam wearing ornate garb of superior nobility joins you in the Fruit Market.

Fairbanks glances at the Cat, but doesn’t shoo him out.  Pouncing might not be good for business, but then neither are rodents.

Avery laughs at the Cat’s antics. “Having fun?” She takes a bite of strawberry and chews. “Oh, Haft. You are right. These are delicious.”

A son of adam wearing ornate garb of superior nobility draws near to the pavilion followed by a an imposing Centaur guard. He nods to those present and begins looking over the the fruit.

Haft frowns upon seeing the Calormene and his unconventional companion.  He steps closer to Avery and lays his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Trim loses interest in the mouse, the new spectacle providing greater entertainment.

Avery frowns when Haft rests his hand on his sword, following his gaze. She takes in the Calormene and his Guard, moving a step closer to her own Guard.

A son of adam wearing ornate garb of superior nobility glances up from his inspection of the fruit to speak to Fairbanks, “A most excellent quality of fruit you have here.”

Haft, hearing the man’s reasonable tone, removes his hand from the hilt and reaches into the pouch at his waist, extracting some coins and rapidly counting them out.  He hands the money to the faun, not leaving Avery’s side, so Fairbanks has to walk around a couple of baskets to reach it, then he turns to Avery. “My lady, I believe we should go.”

Avery looks at him and nods. “Perhaps.” She smiles apologetically at Trim. “Excuse us. I hope to meet again soon.”

Trim seems slightly disappointed at the lack of fights, “Oh well, if you must then bye.”

Haft escorts Avery from the pavilion.


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