With a sound of agitation Jorin stepped towards the Bazaar, hand raised to shelter his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. Sweat trickled down his brow and the soft wool and leather he wore made the heat near unbearable. How anyone could live in such a hellish place was beyond him, but here they were.. A testament to the arrogance of mankind by defying the scorching rays of the sun and baking themselves half to death each day. His brow twitched and his body tensed as the man called out to him and twin orbs of wintergreen turned towards them. A moments consideration, then two, and he fully turns towards the person and spoke. "Lovely, Aye. A traveler passing through, with a hope for a few coins for the road and supplies," He replied, his voice thick and rolling like distant thunder. "No place have I for elevation of status, for no place do I call home. If I have my way I shall be here and gone within two moons." He lowers his hand from sheltering his eyes and squints as he slowly adjusts to the light. "I might ask, stranger, for your name and what you wish of me. For rare is the simple pleasure of conversation offered to a stranger with such warmth."
Following a brief conversation with the man, Jorin turned down a side street with a small hand drawn map in hand. He frowned at it, glancing to the signs above the doors and the pictures painted upon each. Coin.. Apparently this city had a problem with rats in some of the shops and others were looking to have it fixed for coin. He smiled to himself, stopping before a sign with a basket and bread painted upon it. Well, at least it was work. And if he'd learned anything from when he was young.. It as how to hunt rats. Who knew that would become a marketable skill. Not him.
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