Lindsey, a rosy-cheeked disciple of Petrichor, Brier the dappled grey mare arrive, following Leola.

Dodgy, a brown rat leaves, following Audgrim.

The airs of Autumn are crisp, clean, and pure. Perfect for carrying scents far and wide! And in addition to the smells of chimney smoke, there's the smell of hot cider, and fresh baked goods in the air! Everett is setting up his Farmers' Market tent, right next to the other kiosks in the market. There's already a cast of fresh hot mulled cider, sitting in the cast iron warmer. And of course stacks and stacks of crates of fresh produce and wonderful veg!

Lindsey, a rosy-cheeked disciple of Petrichor, Brier the dappled grey mare leave, following Leola.

Everett drops A Cask of Hot Mulled Apple Cider with Autumn Spices.

Sir Bhandn makes an appearance with his assistant in tow, the two of them quiet and not speaking to each other as the knight and his aide make their way into the market. They manage an even pace, approaching the stalls with twin airs of curiosity for what's on display. They're after the produce, it looks like, namely the fruit, as their eyes are drawn to those displays in particular. At first Bhandn is content to just look without speaking, his grey eyes roaming from one thing to the next, while his assistant is content to just be inconspicuous and unnoticed. There's a small stir from Bhandn's aid when he catches sight of Everett setting up, but a reassuring hand from the knight settles him down. "You'll be fine here, lad. I highly doubt he'll hurt you."

Setting up with Everett is Breccan, who is currently aranging the baked goods in order of flavor. He is neat and obsessive about the details. They have to look a certain way to put on a good presentation. The tall farmer and br red headed brother is currently chewing on a piece of grass, wearing some comfortable clothing for the weather. "Eyup." He drawls out. "That looks pretty good there, Ev." He says with a proud smile on his face. "I baked a pumpkin pie for family dinner tonight. Hoping the Baron will appreciate it."

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Dolente, a mourning dove, Dolce, a collared dove arrive, following Cesare.

Isabeau steps along on light, ever the former-Princess-turned-Duchess, a vision of romantic beauty in golden velvet and pink rose leather. She steps lightly along, examining the different stalls before her blue eyes alight on Breccan and she offers one of her signature sweet smile and a little wiggle of her fingers in a wave.

Dolente, a mourning dove, Dolce, a collared dove leave, following Cesare.

Dolente, a mourning dove, Dolce, a collared dove arrive, following Cesare.

Everett manhandles the central tent support into place, lifting the whole thing with one farm calloused hand while wrangling all of the canvas inner layer with the other. Nor does this seem to cramp his style much. Even from the look of him, Everett seems both sturdy and strong. Unlike others who might possess such physical strength, though, Everett is always gentle with his. Sure, he could throw the sacks of oats around like it's nothing. But he places them slowly and carefully all the same. Finished with the main assembly tasks, Everett moseys on over to Bhandn, bowing his head in a polite sort of way. "G'Day, Sir Knight! What might interest you and your folk today? Apples are right fresh, and the Bartlett pears are just right off the trees. Plums came out very well this year too! Bountiful harvest all 'round, and the countryside has been mostly peaceful. We in the Oathlands Outback sure do have a lot to be grateful for!"

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Leila, the sullen Suspire, Tris, a Kite of the Cloudspine arrive, following Viviana.

Leila, the sullen Suspire, Tris, a Kite of the Cloudspine leave, following Viviana.

Bhandn might not be intimidated by Everett's size, but his young shadow shies away from the Malere brother's approach, making a soft noise that gets Bhandn to sigh through his nose, but pays his aide no further mind. "Apples, mostly," Bhandn says to Everett, his deep voice thoughtful as he regards the fruit. "I might have one of those baked things I see there as well, since it's a trifle cool out. Are they fruit as well?"

At the sight of Isabeau, Breccan finds his cheeks coloring at her beauty. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, then lifts the other to wave in her direction. "Hello! It's wonderful to see you again. I thank you for the letter the other day. Come and meet my brother, Everett." He says with a motion towards the other red headed man, then goes about wrapping a pumpkin pie up to deliver to her, or one of her helpers. "I have spoken with him and we look forward to having tea with you tomorrow."

Everett checked dexterity + tanning at difficulty -3, rolling 18 higher.

Everett drops Strawberry Pastries.

Isabeau maintains that signature sweet smile to Breccan as she dips her head in a nod, "And you as well, Messere Breccan. I'd love to meet your brother." Her rich contralto voice is as courtly and refined as it is warm and soothing as she steps over a little nearer to Breccan and Everett in turn. And then she redirects that seraphically beautiful smile and her large cobalt blue eyes to the indicated brother, Everett, waiting to be properly introduced.

Everett drops Pumpkin Bread.

Everett picks out a passel of the very best apples for Bhandn, and sets out a selection of fruit pastries as well. There are raspberry tarts, blueberry muffins, and even some strawberry rhubarb mini pies! "Have a look, my Good Sir, as here's what we've got!" Everett then stops lifting and rummaging for a moment, upon seeing the interaction between Isabeau and Breccan develop and play out. Since Isabeau seems to be awaiting formalities, Everett bows and introduces himself just as well as his Level One Etiquette Skill will allow him to do. "G'day, Your Grace! M'name is Everett. Everett Malere, out from yonder Acorn Hill way, where our folk have been for generations. Might rightly pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you be liking any fresh tea mixes, mayhems?" Everett offers, lifting a crate containing packets of herbs and spices out from behind the rough board that serves as a counter.

The knight will have a look, Bhandn's eyes going to the pastries above the apples while his fingers absently gesture towards the apples. His gawking doesn't last very long, however, as he hears Everett greeting Isabeau and that title is enough to have the knight turn and blink, before he too offers the woman a deep bow at the waist. "Good day," he calls out to the Duchess, but doesn't intrude further into the conversation. He'll wait and see if he's acknowledged, standing at attention with his arms at rest at his sides.

As Breccan leads Isabeau over to his brother, he says with a proud smile. "This is the Duchess Isabeau Telmar." He says with a rich rumble in his throat as he hands the wrapped pie to one of her escorts. It's still warm. As he tends to a few more customers, he quickly swaps goods with conversation, though he keeps most of his attention on the noblewoman to ensure she is taking care of. He offers up a smile to Bhandn as well, lifting a hand upwards.

Isabeau smiles sweetly to Everett and dips her head, "Messere Everett, how did you know I have an appreciation for tea? Please, what do you have?" she questions softly, before her brilliant blue eyes fix on Bhandn and her chin dips, "Sir Bhandn, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it?" Her greeting to the knight is no less warm as she speaks to him.

Everett dusts off his hands and cleans them on a damp cloth he's set aside for that exact purpose as he explains "Well, Your Grace, I can mix just about anything. Seeing as how I have got all the various ingredients all organized into these little glass jars here 'n all. Say you'd like a chilled tea for the summer afternoons. Why, that'd be dried berries, rose hips, and orange rind." Everett's huge and farm calloused index finger points out all the proposed ingredients for that. "Or say you'd like a warm tea for night time. There's Chamomile, Lavender, and Valerian Root." *point* *point* *point* So it all depends on what'd the specific needs you have in mind, what kinds of flavors you'd like!" Everett finishes. "Can mix it up right while you watch!" While Isabeau thinks over her options, Everett packages up Sir Bhandn's apples and pastries, and hands that on over toward Aendal for him to tote. Extra special slowly and gently, on account of that lad's temperament.

No dice from Aendal; he'll shy back away even though Everett is being slow and gentle about it. "Lad, just take the package and pay the man," Bhandn says long-sufferingly. He apparently has no patience for this behavior today. "It has been a while, yes," he goes on to say, his attention focusing on Isabeau again. "One hopes you've been well?" Though that question is a little distracted, because Bhandn's eyes were following that pointing finger of Everett Malere towards the tea things. Teeeeea thiiiings. "I'm tempted, but I have plenty at home," he says out loud.

Chuckling to himself, Breccan watches his brother engage with the Duchess, then goes about tending to other customers that come up to the stall. He will trade coin for goods, making small talk here and there as he does. He'll even partake in a bit of good natured haggling, letting one or two get the 'best' of him, though he knows they'll be back and will tell friends and family.

Isabeau gives Bhandn a further smile and dips her head, "Very productively busy, indeed," she agrees, "And my opinion is that one cannot have too many tea blends." She looks to Everett and considers the products with obvious interest, "Let's say something for a hot tea, floral tones and citrus notes, unless you have a black tea with ginger, and then another that you can surprise me with. That will be what we have tomorrow when you and your brother come to the tower."

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Everett nods and sets about mixing. He's very careful and precise in his measurements, and his hands are large and built for farm work. So he takes his time and makes sure to be careful. The scents of freshly ground herbs and spices waft up from each of the little jars as he works away at this.

Everett checked dexterity + tanning at difficulty -2, rolling 30 higher.

"If you saw my collection, Duchess, you might reconsider your opinion." It's with a failed attempt at mildness that Bhandn says those words. His deep voice isn't cut out for mildness so it only changes pitch ever so slightly as the knight turns to regard Aendal collecting the fruit package from Everett with a slightly shaking hand. Still intimidated by the larger man's size, he is. Another sigh comes from Bhandn at seeing it, but no words. "Shall we be off?" The question gets a lot of nodding from his assistant and to that the knight gives Isabeau another deep bow, and further words. "If you'll excuse me, I have other things I came to procure. One hopes the tea is to your liking. Sir, my thanks for the apples and pastries." That last is to Everett. Breccan gets a curious nod and, "Good day to you as well."

Everett drops Black Tea with Ginger.

Everett gets Black Tea with Ginger.

Everett drops Black Tea with Ginger.

A murmur goes through the daytime crowd of the City Center as one of the most notables of society arrives.

Rupert, the Laurent Archivist, 2 Valardin Knights, 1 Laurent veteran guards arrive, following Cristoph.

Rupert, the Laurent Archivist, 2 Valardin Knights, 1 Laurent veteran guards leave, following Cristoph.

Everett gets Black Tea with Ginger.

A murmur goes through the daytime crowd of the City Center as one of the most notables of society arrives.

Khadija, a most lovely voice of reason arrives, following Svana.

3 House Mazetti Guardians, Marv, a well-meaning squire, Buster, a black and white shepherd dog arrive, following Marzio.

3 House Mazetti Guardians, Marv, a well-meaning squire, Buster, a black and white shepherd dog leave, following Marzio.

Khadija, a most lovely voice of reason leaves, following Svana.

Everett finishes mixing, concentrating on the proportions and measures, of course, but also mainly 'trusting his nose' which can be seen with a squint and a slight dilation of his nostrils as he continually breathes of the scents of the tea. He's a stickler for detail, and he keeps at it until it's exactly right. Finally he nods and smiles. "Here y'go, Your Grace. I do rightly hope you do enjoy it. I've a powerful craving to have a cup m'self, just from the mixing' and all. Might very well do, once we done close up and all here!" Everett bows and hands the small parcel to the nearest of Isabeau's escort or guards.

Everett takes Market Tent.

Everett takes Pumpkin Bread.

Everett takes A Cask of Hot Mulled Apple Cider with Autumn Spices.

Everett takes Strawberry Pastries.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: Farmers' Market, closing!

Isabeau's courtier, Elaine takes the parcel from Everett, as she offers a sweet smile, "I'll have the cooks make something lovely to suit it when we meet." she answers, "Please excuse me, Messeres."

3 House Velenosa Guards, Buttersworth, a cat carried by a man in Velenosa livery, Ittio, a Lenosian steward carrying an orange cat arrive, following Benedetto.

3 House Velenosa Guards, Buttersworth, a cat carried by a man in Velenosa livery, Ittio, a Lenosian steward carrying an orange cat leave, following Benedetto.