Curiosity shops are a completely underrated source of treasures and information. A wise man would see the unlikelihood of anything of relevance being found in the shop and turn his nose to another to suit his needs. A foolish man would discredit the shop for having any sort of worth, especially in Pegulis of all places, the nation of Common Sense! A smart man would keep it among his list of resources, but it wouldn't be the first place that he went to. Azareth was not a wise man, a foolish man, or a smart man. Some would hardly call him a man at all, but that is for another time. The reason that Azareth came to A Way's Away first, and had not left it for three days now, was
because it was an out of the way shop with rare and potentially valuable or worthless articles inside. It was possibly the most unlikely source for finding what he was looking for in all f Aldus, and yet it had the potential to have exactly what he was looking for. Best to get it out of the way first, and save the more likely sources for later.
A Way's Away was a special sort of oddity shop too. Normally, these sorts of shops would cater to the superstitious, the unsure and the collectors of the world - those who were either looking for the next big interest for themselves or were so unsure about their own lives that they were willing to look to extreme places for reassurance. A nation so devote to the mind and the idea that your fate was in your own hands would seem to have little need for shops like these, and yet here in its largest city this shop was prosperous. Why? The simple and brilliant answer was that even the intellectual mind knows that sometimes you need to look at things from a different point of view to find the answers you sought. Sometimes, event he most unlikely source can be of great help if you know how to utilize it. A Way's Away had customers of all kinds and for all different reasons. Some were scholars, some were children, others were looking for directions.
Azareth, was simply looking. Anything that caught his eye, he took, and this shop had many things to catch the eye. Scrolls containing strange works of art, dolls that could supposedly hurt others by sticking pins in them, shrunken heads and monkey paws from the pets of queens long since passed. The legitimacy of these items could be just as verified as the reasoning for the wind blowing, and yet there held a certain sort of charm to the place. What held the traveling scholar's gaze today was a book in an ancient language that he did not know. There was no translation for it, and yet there was something about this book in particular... Though he could not understand it, he felt a strange sort of... longing to own the book. There was no way to place just what it was he was feeling, but something about it felt right. Perhaps it was just a whimsical fancy of his, or perhaps he was just getting to the end of his rope with this shop and needed an excuse to purchase something. What he was looking for was here in Aldus, he just didn't know
where it was in Aldus. For all he knew, this untranslated book held all of the secrets he wanted...
Holding the book up over his head, the masked man turned to the little wrinkled shop owner and asked in a cheerful voice,
"Hey, what do you know about this book?" The old woman looked up from her polishing cloth and looked at Azareth. He had been in the shop for over an hour now, and the outside world had grown more and more busy in the meantime. On his days there, he rarely spoke outside of his initial greetings to her. For the past three days he had come to A Way's Away, stood around for hours and hours on end looking at this thing and that until he finally made a choice on something and left, close to night fall by then. For him to make an inquiry over something was out of character, and it caught the old woman by surprise. Letting the rag drop in her lap, the shop owner lifter up her hand in a come hither gesture, saying,
"Bring it over here and let me see."
Turning on the spot and bringing the book down in front of his chest with a clothed hand, Azareth walked across the shop over to the old woman and held the book down for her to grab. She took it from his hand and his hand returned under his cloak, his three unblinking eyes looking down at the old woman as she turned and fussed over the book in her gnarled hands. Being this close tot he man made her uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to be rude and say anything about it. The customer was always right after all, and she had no place telling him off for something she wasn't even sure she was feeling correctly.
It took the shop keeper but a few moments to go over the book before she knew what it was. Setting it down in her lap, she ran an old tired hand through her hair and saying,
"This is an ancient book from a time long gone. I can't tell you what it says or what it's about, for the language has long since died off. I can, however, tell you roughly how old it is..." Curious, Azareth stared on in silence, waiting for her to continue. When she got no verbal answer from him, the old woman looked up at Azareth with her one good eye and continued.
"It's well over three hundred years old, it comes from a time since before the Cataclysm young man."
Oh, now that was interesting indeed... That strange and mysterious war, the Cataclysm, death of the Gods and recreation of the new world. Scars of their conflict still dotted the land here and there, and this was supposedly a relic from beyond those days. To say it was tempting was and understatement.
"I'll take it!" Azareth proclaimed, asking,
"How much do you want for it?"
With a wily chuckle,t he old woman shook her head and patted the book, saying,
"Oh goodness, you don't have enough money to buy this from me! Judging from what you've been able to afford before, this is out of your price range I'm afraid."
There was a moment of silence in A Way's Away. It was crushing for some reason, overbearing and all at once magnificent in its absolution. It seemed that for a fraction of time, all else was silent as if the world itself had paused to take a breath. The old woman's eyes widened as she looked up at Azareth, seeing the man's head convulse and twitch violently, a sudden blur of violent emotion given physical form. It seemed that he was screaming, and yet no sound came from him. At the same time her head was filled with ringing as if her ears had been assaulting by some horrible wail that had come to an end all too soon and yet long ago. Her eyes told her one thing, her ears another. She was confused at these paradoxical feelings and all together ready to scream in fear!
The moment passed, and the wind blew, rattling the door to A Way's Away and making its shop keeper blink. Azareth stood still before her, as unmoving as he always was. His shoulders sagged and an audible sigh escaped his masked lips.
"Oh, I see..." he said, quite verbally disappointed at the news. he turned and began to walk towards the door, one foot after another and then his staff. The old woman watched him walking away, her heart racing and her ears still ringing. What had happened just then? What magic was that? Or perhaps a trick of her mind? Was it him?
Was it him? So many questions, so many emotions. Confusion reigned over it all, and her figners clutched at the book in her lap protectively. Azareth opened the door and took a step outside, turning half way and looking back at her with those black outlines of eyes.
"I'll be back in a few days with more money, just you wait and see!" he said optimistically, his voice filled with cheer again. He stepped out of her shop and onto the street, leaving the shop keeper to her own fears and thoughts, wondering what she should do and what had just occurred.
Out on the street, Azareth pulled out his make shift leather wallet and pulled the string off, letting him look inside. He didn't have many gems left, he needed more. Not just for the book, but for his stay at the Rusty Tankard as well. He'd paid for three days stay and a single meal to far on top of buying what he felt he needed from A Way's Away, and that was only one shop and a tavern. He would need more money if he was to continue his current existence in Aldus. Tying his leather wallet back up, Azareth tucked it away inside of his cloak and made his way towards the center of the city. He was in need of employment, and he was arguably in the best city in all of the world to get it. A Scholar may not have been in very high demand in these lands, but no doubt they were always welcome. After all, who couldn't benefit from a bit more knowledge?