Léon looked up and smiled at the well dressed man and peered around him looking at the bazaar's signs scanning them for a familiar Icon.
“None of those things I’m afraid of, I simply need a leatherbound journal, and some ink. Is there a stall nearby you know of that could help me” he responded, still scanning, squinting far into the distance.
The man peered over Léon with slight confusion,
“Hmm well yes I do suppose I can help you, right this way.”
The well dressed man guided the young eager Dwed to a stall where he proceeded to flip through every journal and test every ink before finding one that fit his fancy. After paying the shopkeep and smiling while handling his new book he turned back and thanked the man and passed back into the bazaar. The Gentleman kept following him, attempting to persuade Léon into looking into his promises of wealth and fortune, but the Dwarf couldn’t hear him, and skipped eagerly into the crowd, taking note of all that interested him throughout his stroll.
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