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The Don
Guest
Ah, the marketplace. The beating heart that circulates men and money, the lifeblood of every city. How the clamors echo along the alleys and shacks that litter the pathways. It had been months since the leper had visited one, and for a very good reason. Now, the time had come to return to the fold of civilization once more. He had heard the summons, and he had come to answer.
Clad from head to toe in a thick, dirty brown cloak, Saul walked and weaved through the sea of people, his back hunched and his head lowered so as not to attract unwanted attention. He took his time and walked at a leisurely pace, observing and admiring the living city around him. This idling went on for quite some time, but it was cut short when he turned the corner and found himself at a street that seemed to be slightly larger than the ones he had passed. His attention was captured by the barely audible yet thundering steps of a towering colossus made entirely of stone. Awed at the sight, Saul slowed down to a halt and gazed for a good few moments at the specimen as he mumbled something in some foreign language. Nearby the golem stood a number of figures that stuck out like sore thumbs among the market mobs. Fancy gear, varying races and backgrounds, all members of different trades. Adventurers, no doubt. H couldn't help but wonder if they knew exactly what the were signing up for.
"Well..." He sighed. "... It seems I'm already late for the gathering. How unfortunate." Assuming his leisurely pace, he approached the party, his cloak draped around his form, leaving nothing visible underneath but his worn leather boots. As he neared, he took the time to scan the adventurers and take in as much information about them as he can from sight alone. As the distance between Saul and the group grew smaller, he laid his eyes on the man that seemed to be the one leading the merry band that was visibly cobbled together just an hour prior, maybe even less.
Slowly, but heavily, he strode towards the man in his sights, his back hunched and his head slightly lowered like before, though his eyes remained fixated on him. The leper's cloak parted slightly to give way for a hand clad in a leather glove, and nothing more. "Spare a coin, sire?" Saul asked as he tapped the leader lightly on the shoulder, his voice slightly raspy and foreign-sounding. For good measure, he gave off a few convincing coughs.
Clad from head to toe in a thick, dirty brown cloak, Saul walked and weaved through the sea of people, his back hunched and his head lowered so as not to attract unwanted attention. He took his time and walked at a leisurely pace, observing and admiring the living city around him. This idling went on for quite some time, but it was cut short when he turned the corner and found himself at a street that seemed to be slightly larger than the ones he had passed. His attention was captured by the barely audible yet thundering steps of a towering colossus made entirely of stone. Awed at the sight, Saul slowed down to a halt and gazed for a good few moments at the specimen as he mumbled something in some foreign language. Nearby the golem stood a number of figures that stuck out like sore thumbs among the market mobs. Fancy gear, varying races and backgrounds, all members of different trades. Adventurers, no doubt. H couldn't help but wonder if they knew exactly what the were signing up for.
"Well..." He sighed. "... It seems I'm already late for the gathering. How unfortunate." Assuming his leisurely pace, he approached the party, his cloak draped around his form, leaving nothing visible underneath but his worn leather boots. As he neared, he took the time to scan the adventurers and take in as much information about them as he can from sight alone. As the distance between Saul and the group grew smaller, he laid his eyes on the man that seemed to be the one leading the merry band that was visibly cobbled together just an hour prior, maybe even less.
Slowly, but heavily, he strode towards the man in his sights, his back hunched and his head slightly lowered like before, though his eyes remained fixated on him. The leper's cloak parted slightly to give way for a hand clad in a leather glove, and nothing more. "Spare a coin, sire?" Saul asked as he tapped the leader lightly on the shoulder, his voice slightly raspy and foreign-sounding. For good measure, he gave off a few convincing coughs.