The Saga of the Dropped Crown (closed, GF)

[Jalun]

Early Brightening 10 in the Month of Junctior (Era I)
Autumn of Era XIII Post-Fractum
The First Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne
Location: In the Market Parish

The word "bustle" can be applied to many things. It can physically describe the frantic movement of people and things in an actual location, it can refer to the sounds thereof, it can define a person's demeanor. In this case, the word kept occurring to Jalun in situations that fit all three, and possibly some outside definitions as well. He was under the vague impression that he was somewhere in the Market Parish of the Merchant District, though ten days after moving here he was still completely lost. He actually hadn't visited this particular section of Alleria Prime until today; he had been ecstatic, planning the trip the entire night before. Jalun's small town upbringing had raised him in a world where he wouldn't see half this number of people if they all gathered in the same place, and this change of scenery was exhilerating.

He found himself browsing through all sorts of merchandise, despite his total lack of crowns and having no real use for most of what he examined (for example, an axe that likely weighed more than he did, while Jalun struggled with the few times he had been enlisted to chop wood for his father). He couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably to himself, perhaps simply because he was overwhelmed by the scale of things: that the Parish itself was as large as his hometown. It was fantastic, in its own way, and Jalun revelled in it. While inspecting a "magic Gnomish glass lemon" (in reality a malformed crystal ball that the merchant had likely found in somebody's trash) a slight glinting caught Jalun's eye, and he turned his attention to the ground. Nestled between the cobblestones was an unusually reflective gold crown. In a state of total disbelief over his incredibly good fortune, Jalun reached for it, only to find it bound by some kind of adhesive that he was probably better off not identifying. Here and there, people passing by would collide with him as he crouched on the street, grunting loudly and trying to extract the crown. It was a bizarre sight.

But, after a seemingly endless amount of unnecessary yanking, the crown came free... and Jalun was not prepared for this turn of events. The coin spiralled through the air, and Jalun watched with horror as it departed from his sight into a nearby drain. He screamed melodramatically, putting all eyes on him for a few moments, which all turned impassively back to whatever they were looking at before. His crown had left the realm of mortals, to be consumed by the demons that dwelled in the world below! He squinted cautiously at the drain, and with an assortment of curses (half of which were his own construction) began hitting it angrily with a board he had found at the side of the street.

The phrase "you're making a scene" was designed for exactly this kind of scenario.

((Yeah... I have no idea where I was taking this one, feel free to jump in as you please. Or don't. It's up to you, not me, really))