Soreal bounces in place, awestruck at the surrounding buildings and stalls.
“Hello there, I would assume adventure, although I am not quite sure yet where to begin.”
She tugs gently on a lock of her hair that had fallen over her shoulders and looks past the wealthy looking man.
“Is there a shop nearby where I could inquire about buying a staff? Or someone dealing with magic?”
He lets out a hearty laugh and beckons behind him.
“Well miss, we have a little something of everything here! Follow me, and I’ll give you the grand tour.”
Soreal hesitates, unsure if she should go straight into the heart of the portside bazaar. After a moment's thought and consideration she squares her shoulders and marches on after the man.
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