Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170509184718/@comment-31336039-20170516220633

Némésis: "Hehehe, it would be a shame not to have a say." He laughed, saluting Mercer before disappearing into the crowd.

Now, I have to find a little space for my own work.

After a few minutes, he finally found an empty space between two tables, with neighbors who did not seem too unpleasant at first glance.

Apparently I'm lucky, the brightness and the decor seem correct. He thought, remembering the sounds and olfactory conditions of the other places.

He began by sitting down and detach his bundle from his belt. Then he spread a clean rag in front of him and placed there his sculpture that he had spent the night polishing.

A quick examination ensures the quality of the polishing and that no damage had occurred during the journey. Once reassured and his trade ready, he took out a new block of wood, which he began to prune, before the eyes of his intrigued neighbors.

(A sleeping cat in ball, a surprised fox, a hunting tiger, a wolf howling at the moon, a second wolf on a run and a sitting fox pretending to wait for something.)