The night markets of Dairsmuid were not to be missed, even by a man with little coin. Ashaad browsed a rack of fine javelins as he planned for his trip to Kont-aar in his mind. From there, travel onward to Par Vollen would be easy. He wouldn’t have any further need of coins where he was going. Qunari merchants were more like quartermasters; they’d issue a scout like him whatever he needed.
To be honest, the people here unnerved him. Their mages weren’t just free and unbound, they ruled their communities. Any Rivani woman he talked to might be one of those mysterious seers. Dangerous things.
Oh, but the food stalls here smelled so good. Things that were familiar were prepared in unusual ways, like fried or baked bananas. Cinnamon tea. Ashaad finished bartering for supplies and worked up his courage, buying a pot of tea and a generous slice of Raider Queen’s bread full of Par Vollen bananas from a bent old woman’s counter. He sat at a table in view – lest she fear he’d run off with her pot and cup – and rested his glaive against the other chair.
It was a pleasant way to while away an hour or so. The spices in the tea turned his mouth tingly and numb – a slight shame. Not a good pairing with the subtle sweetness of the cake. Ashaad returned the pot, gathered his weapon and other purchases, and began the long, winding walk back to the hostel where he’d rented a bed.
@Danny @Nairn
To be honest, the people here unnerved him. Their mages weren’t just free and unbound, they ruled their communities. Any Rivani woman he talked to might be one of those mysterious seers. Dangerous things.
Oh, but the food stalls here smelled so good. Things that were familiar were prepared in unusual ways, like fried or baked bananas. Cinnamon tea. Ashaad finished bartering for supplies and worked up his courage, buying a pot of tea and a generous slice of Raider Queen’s bread full of Par Vollen bananas from a bent old woman’s counter. He sat at a table in view – lest she fear he’d run off with her pot and cup – and rested his glaive against the other chair.
It was a pleasant way to while away an hour or so. The spices in the tea turned his mouth tingly and numb – a slight shame. Not a good pairing with the subtle sweetness of the cake. Ashaad returned the pot, gathered his weapon and other purchases, and began the long, winding walk back to the hostel where he’d rented a bed.
@Danny @Nairn
07-21-2024, 04:17 PM
