Role

Chapter 2

The Market was full of people gathering around different tents and carts to
view the produce. Wotburd set down his wheelburrow in his designated spot
and soon the judges would be by to vote.

In the stall next to him, a robed man with a pointed hat skipped into the
spot with a small, woven basket. Within the basket was a shriveled carrot the
size of a gnome pinky, a tiny cherry tomato, and a single cabbage leaf.

Wotburd snorted to himself muttering under his breath "Got this in the bag,
I do, yessir," looking down to his luxurious legumes.

The robed man chuckled and snapped his fingers, and suddenly a beautiful
table top appeared in a poof of purple smoke. A golden table skirt floated
down atop it and oddly enough, the table had no legs. It simply floated there
like a golden disk with the basket in the middle.

"Tell the judges I've just got to run to the latrines, I'll be right back!"
said the robed man. Wotburd nodded and the man disappeared.

Before he could speak up, the judges were upon the robed mans table, looked
into the basket and scoffed at the unsightly vegetables, and were quickly
looking upon Wotburds offerings.

"My! What beautiful vegetables you have, sir!" Said one of the three judges
as they all nodded in agreement. "These are the best we've seen all day, and
wouldn't you know it, you're our last table! I daresay you've rightly won
all the categories if these are all you bring for us today!" said the judge.

"Thirty gold coins and I've saved my family!" Thought Wotburd with absolute
glee.