Hard gathers a heap of merchandise on her back and sets off to West Idar village. It's market day, and there's no better day to get rid of the bloat that she and Razouk no longer need. She kept her bespoke merchandise covered because seeing it was too overwhelming for some people to process. There was certainly a market for it, but Hard didn't care for what became of the end product or who was buying it at retail price.
The small usdia passed across the bridge and over the moat. A guard looked at her absent-mindedly and nodded in greeting while his partner looked on toward the distance. "You 'ere for the markets?" asked the guard.
"Yeah", replied the usdia in a half sigh.
"Carry on", he waved her through the entrance and with that, she was in the village. It had a fresh feeling, white buildings with blue accents, exquisite specialist pottery, extremely beautiful on a sunny day, not that Hardarse would care to admit it.
In truth, the city made her feel claustrophobic. All of the crowds put her off attending more than she had to. Being able to traverse the crowds was a skill in itself, and she still hadn't gotten the hang of it yet. In fact, the rude crowds made her feel angry, and on particularly bad days, she let them know it. Hard struggled against the crowd to get into the markets where the traffic was much slower, and people lingered. Here, the bodies were packed in tighter than before. She was looking for a familiar face but was not able to see them.
New Village discovered! West Idar - population 150 More info
Speciality - pottery Round village with buildings shooting off in all directions (roundabout in the middle with a monument) Regular locations: blacksmith, market, tavern, well Special Locations: Stables, Guildhouse, Abandoned building General Disposition: Neutral Ruler: A priest Ruler’s disposition: Welcoming There is an event that is happening right now (Magnificence day) - a crier is making a special announcement!
Characters: Hardarse Wisecrack The Noble Beggar 3x Habberdashery Shop Soquili
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A fancily dressed beggar turns from plucking food rations from various stalls and stops in front of her. He smiles warmly at her. "Could you spare some wares? Spare some coin?" "No", snarls Hard. She tries to side-step the stranger, but they block her way. She glares at them sharply. "Well, what's all that on your back then. Surely you could spare something for me! Please, kind stranger!" The beggar pleaded with a hopeful whine in his voice. "It's none of your business. It's not for you", she huffed with a flat tone, "now get out of my way." She could have sworn she recognised this beggar with his eccentric hairstyle, but could not put her hoof on why that would be. Why on earth would she know him, and where did he steal those fancy clothes from? She couldn't answer these questions right now; all she wanted to do was quickly drop her merchandise and go home. The crowds and the beggar were testing her patience.
The beggar's demeanour shifts from annoyingly friendly to quiet; he allows her to pass and also signals to others to let her through. For some strange reason, the crowd listens, and now the crowd seems a lot easier to manage as people are aware of her and moving out of her way.
A keen-eyed group did not seem to pay attention to the signal; perhaps it was their ego, or perhaps they simply didn't care. Instead, they opted to cut in front of her. Three soquili with handwoven baskets covered in fabrics of various colours nodded to her in a polite greeting as they passed. She knowingly followed them out of the crowd.
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