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 onwards, 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?”
Grimfargo carries a wooden crate over his shoulder. His thoughts are interrupted by the nobleman, who looks at him as if to ask for a repeat.
"I said, welcome! What brings you here?" repeated the nobleman.
Grimfargo takes the opportunity to stop after the effort, rests the crate on the ground and sits on it. "You see, I'm here to sell the mead that's in here and I hope I don't have to go back to that ship with the same crate on my shoulder." he said, smiling. "So... Shall we start with you?"
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