I look at the man with and assess him with a squint. He Looks harmless, but I must be careful in this place.
“What’s it to you, Stranger”.
The man looks slightly disconcerted. “I- I mean n- I didn’t mean to be rude sir. I apologise”
I stop squinting and smile at the man to reassure him.
The man smiles back in relief.
I ask the man “I’ve travelled long and far, past the depths of the black ocean’s, through the sludge of the grey marshlands, and I’ve got no socks. Know where I can find a drink?”
The man looks more than happy to show me around, he gestures me to follow him. “Right this way sir, I know just the place! What’s ya’ poison?”
“A sweet, cold berry cider, my good man”.
The man leads me down further into the bazaar towards the local tavern where singing and chatter pours from its doors.
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