Post by Arfath Wyvernbow on Dec 10, 2017 1:31:57 GMT
The vast marketplace of Cendra City has a tendency to trigger all the senses at once. Vivid colors, pungent smells of both good and bad varieties, clamouring noises, the subtle taste of kicked up dust, and swarms of people of all races pushing past each other can be a bit overwhelming. For those who are new to the experience, such stimulation tends to cause a bit of confusion that can often lead to these individuals getting lost within the labyrinthine layout.
Luckily for Arfath, he was no stranger to the workings of the marketplace. He had come here several times with his mother to demonstrate and sell several of her toy designs. As he walked through the stalls, he even saw some of the more popular ones that have stood the test of time. But he was not there for toy business.
Every once in awhile, a rare gem would pop up in what always seemed to be like the most unlikely of stalls. Arfath had even found a moon’s tear opal amongst the eggs of a chicken farmer who had exceptionally poor eyesight. The gem hunter often wondered just how that happened, but was incredibly glad to be in the right place at the right time.
On this particular day, Arfath was making his way through the magical trades section, after having his sun stones recharged by a trusted mage. It was a particularly sunny day, so the dwarf had the gems out of their pouch so he could test the work he had just paid for. True to her word, the mage was excellent at re-energizing the stones to immediately catch the light of the sun and cast it in the direction of the holder’s will.
However, Arfath was paying far too much attention to the task of examining the stones, and not enough attention on where he was walking. With far too much force for his liking, he walked directly into the wooden post of a nearby shop, chin-first. The sudden impact caused him to drop the sun stones in his hand. They scattered across the ground, into the stall he so gracefully rammed into. Arfath quickly knelt to the ground and began to gather up his possessions frantically, scuttling into the stall as he did so. As he grabbed the final stone, he realized that it had rested up against the heel of someone’s boot. Pocketing the gem into its pouch, he angled his head upwards to look at who the boot belonged to.
Smiling, he said, “Pardon me! Just admiring the craftsmanship of your leather boot, here. Such fine detail work it is, too!”
Luckily for Arfath, he was no stranger to the workings of the marketplace. He had come here several times with his mother to demonstrate and sell several of her toy designs. As he walked through the stalls, he even saw some of the more popular ones that have stood the test of time. But he was not there for toy business.
Every once in awhile, a rare gem would pop up in what always seemed to be like the most unlikely of stalls. Arfath had even found a moon’s tear opal amongst the eggs of a chicken farmer who had exceptionally poor eyesight. The gem hunter often wondered just how that happened, but was incredibly glad to be in the right place at the right time.
On this particular day, Arfath was making his way through the magical trades section, after having his sun stones recharged by a trusted mage. It was a particularly sunny day, so the dwarf had the gems out of their pouch so he could test the work he had just paid for. True to her word, the mage was excellent at re-energizing the stones to immediately catch the light of the sun and cast it in the direction of the holder’s will.
However, Arfath was paying far too much attention to the task of examining the stones, and not enough attention on where he was walking. With far too much force for his liking, he walked directly into the wooden post of a nearby shop, chin-first. The sudden impact caused him to drop the sun stones in his hand. They scattered across the ground, into the stall he so gracefully rammed into. Arfath quickly knelt to the ground and began to gather up his possessions frantically, scuttling into the stall as he did so. As he grabbed the final stone, he realized that it had rested up against the heel of someone’s boot. Pocketing the gem into its pouch, he angled his head upwards to look at who the boot belonged to.
Smiling, he said, “Pardon me! Just admiring the craftsmanship of your leather boot, here. Such fine detail work it is, too!”
