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Keldo would arrive from the boat, legs shaking as much of a land lubber who has been away from solid ground for a while. As he would continue from there, getting over his sea sickness. As he marveled at the entire fortified city, looking around in absolute awe, eyes opened wide, mouth agape. He wouldn't even know where to start among the masses. As he continued on he would meet a man with great clothing. Thinking he has made it to the area owned by the rich on accident. Squaring up his speech from his common slur. Keldo Artimis would respond in his yule and gleeful attitude. He looked to the well-dressed man, addressing him accordingly by offering a handshake to the man in proper attire, "Salam! What nice clothes you have!" Keldo would speak in a wonderful greeting, as if a long lost friend who he has just rekindled or crossed with once more. "Aiye, I am a nomad, looking to settle down in some of these parts... Ya know?" Keldo's speech being of a bit of a common slur, with a bit of a Italian accent meshed in with normal medieval English. "Aw hell, why not bloody all three." Keldo responding to all three of his questions with a smile. Keldo's cheery attitude would charm the man so much, he would give him his wealth right then and there. Of course not really but his proper mannerisms and great attitude could kindle an entire conversation on its own. Though from then on, he would observe what would be through out the bumbling bazaar. Smelling all the spices, looking to racks of carpets and oddities. Probably picking up a fruit or two.
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