You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onward, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
How do you respond?
Heaving a sigh from her lungs as she stepped of the gangway and onto the pier of the port, her legs still swaying from the journey, he took a gulp of the port air and sighed once more, before turning to wave thanks at the captain of the boat for allowing her passage in exchange for pelts and furs from her goods pack. Readjusting the strap over her shoulder she raised a hand to her head as she swayed once more. Sea travel really seemed to disagree with her, no matter how many times she had done it. As she slowly began to slow in her swaying, she noticed she had been spoken to and smiled at the male before her brain caught up with her at his questioning. Nodding her head to her goods-pack, the gentleman grinned. “Ah, I see. It is the rivers of gold that draw you here.” And she nodded her head, a quiet word of agreement leaving her. Quirking an eyebrow at her, the gentleman flung wide his arms and spun. “You’re in the right place for it, my dark skinned beauty! You want heavy goods, light goods, furs, meats, herbs, berries, dyes, jewels of all kinds.”
Grinning again, a faint reddish hue rising to her cheeks, she nodded again, before gesturing once more to her pack. “Meats and furs.” She spoke quietly, eyes darting this way and that at the hustle and bustle of the bazaar before scuffing a shoe on the floor. “Which way should I...?” She trailed off, before hustling her pack once more into a more comfortable position.
“Follow me, fair maiden, for I know the route!”
And they were off!
Around stalls and tents, signs and gates they walked, the crowd seemingly parting in the lye of the gentlemen, though apparently reforming in front of Bel, even as she trotted to keep pace, her shoulders and clothing being dragged by the myriad of hands and sellers, all promising wonders and goods beyond measure as she passed, a graying woman even attempted to shove a bread loaf into her hands but she passed it back with a shake of her head before attempting to catch up, pausing at a crossroads and...
Damn it. She’d lost him.
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