November 19, 2008
The Markets the place to be
5:32 PM | 
Posted by
pcbutler |
--Back in the marketplace--
"Wow, Leland! For a fishing village, this place has a damn good marketplace." Celine walks through the stalls with a smile from ear to ear. Leland follows behind her, happy with the fact that his daughter can find joy in something for once.
Celine starts looking through a cart filled with dark coloured clothing and boots. She picks up a large black shirt with leather trimmings and holds it up to herself. "So.. um.. what do you think of this?"
Leland had always grown up within the clan and had never really ventured too far away, close to humans. As such he never had any real need for much clothing. It left his fashion sense a little lacking.
"I suppose it's good... but I'm not really any good with these sort of...What are you doing?!?!"
Celine is halfway through undressing herself from the itch filled cloak. Mothers in the area quickly cover their children's eyes, while the merchants who aren't quite sure what to do, continue to enjoy the show. Leland, knowing better, and remembering that they should be keeping out of the attention of any guards, pulls the cloak back onto Celine. "You can't do that here!!"
"Why not?!" Celine looks around to see at least a dozen amorous and lecherous eyes fixated on her. "Oh.. I see..." She grabs the cloth merchant by his scruff and, with little effort, pulls him over the his cart towards her. She tries to put on her best smile, but even then, then merchant wishes he hadn't gotten up this morning. "Got anywhere I can try this on? Hmmm?"
She releases him and he staggers up to his feet, wipes the sweat from his brow and points behind the cart to a small tent marked 'change'. "Th..there miss...y..you may change there."
Celine brushes the dust from his shoulders and the man clenches his eyes shut expecting the worst. "Thank you." As Celine heads to the change tent, Leland stares hard and growls at the men leering at her. They quickly, and wisely go back to their business.
Moments later, Celine emerges from the tent in a long black shirt tied at her waist, some grey, form fitting pants and black knee high boots. "I say this is perfect! well anything would be perfect next to this damn awful thing. Here merchant..." She tosses the cloak. "do what you will with that."
The merchant picks up the cloak (which he had deftly dodged for fear of attaining some rare plague) with a few fingers. "Thank you miss. I'm sure there is a fire going out somewhere that this will keep lit for ages." He quickly looks at the clothes she has taken, and tries to mentally calculate how much he can take this newcomer for, and then notices Leland. "Err.. that will be 15 coppers."
This price was, of course less than what he paid for them, but he didn't see the need to argue with a man almost twice his width.
Leland pays the man and they start to wonder deeper into the maze of carts and stands. Celine scratches her ear and looks up at Leland. "M..must be bad memories?" Leland chuckles.
After a while, they manage to find something in Leland's size, barely, and something to eat.
"Well Celine, I think we still have enough money here. Maybe we should think about picking up a cheap weapon. Maybe a nice dagger?"
Celine looks at him in surprise. "You? You want a weapon?! What happened to 'Mr. Let's-not-fight'?"
Leland tightens the purse-strings. "I just think that, as we are going to be around humans, and Joseph doesn't want us transforming back while we're here, it might be a good idea to have something we can defend ourselves with."
She looks at her father with astonishment. "Very well.. But I get to choose. You haven't been in a fight since I was little."
The weapons dealer had set up shop at the far end of the market near the docks themselves, figuring any sailor worth his salt needed a weapon. It was a decent sized cart, with a few rather nice looking weapons.
Celine however was an expert at catching out decent weapons from bad ones and knew that if a weapon looked really nice, then it was mostly just for show and would just as much snap in battle and kill the wielder then anything else.
"Ah the lady wishes to purchase today?" The accent on the man is thick and boorish. Every word, said in hopes of a sale. "Perhaps I could show you something in a beautifully jewelled stiletto?"
"No.. I'm looking for something I can actually use in a fight."
With this, the merchants accent completely vanishes, along with hopes of a high priced sale "'al right 'den miss. 'ere's wot I got..." Celine picks up a hefty dirk and Leland picks up a slightly used but very capable short sword, which in his hands looked almost like a dirk.
Just as they pay the man, a high pitched yelp comes from within the market headed towards them. Leland looks over and sees much of the crowd scattering to one side, fearful cries in their wake. Behind the spreading mass, he can see the tops of guard helmets and drawn swords. "Stop 'im! Don't left 'im get to the docks!!"
"Wow, Leland! For a fishing village, this place has a damn good marketplace." Celine walks through the stalls with a smile from ear to ear. Leland follows behind her, happy with the fact that his daughter can find joy in something for once.
Celine starts looking through a cart filled with dark coloured clothing and boots. She picks up a large black shirt with leather trimmings and holds it up to herself. "So.. um.. what do you think of this?"
Leland had always grown up within the clan and had never really ventured too far away, close to humans. As such he never had any real need for much clothing. It left his fashion sense a little lacking.
"I suppose it's good... but I'm not really any good with these sort of...What are you doing?!?!"
Celine is halfway through undressing herself from the itch filled cloak. Mothers in the area quickly cover their children's eyes, while the merchants who aren't quite sure what to do, continue to enjoy the show. Leland, knowing better, and remembering that they should be keeping out of the attention of any guards, pulls the cloak back onto Celine. "You can't do that here!!"
"Why not?!" Celine looks around to see at least a dozen amorous and lecherous eyes fixated on her. "Oh.. I see..." She grabs the cloth merchant by his scruff and, with little effort, pulls him over the his cart towards her. She tries to put on her best smile, but even then, then merchant wishes he hadn't gotten up this morning. "Got anywhere I can try this on? Hmmm?"
She releases him and he staggers up to his feet, wipes the sweat from his brow and points behind the cart to a small tent marked 'change'. "Th..there miss...y..you may change there."
Celine brushes the dust from his shoulders and the man clenches his eyes shut expecting the worst. "Thank you." As Celine heads to the change tent, Leland stares hard and growls at the men leering at her. They quickly, and wisely go back to their business.
Moments later, Celine emerges from the tent in a long black shirt tied at her waist, some grey, form fitting pants and black knee high boots. "I say this is perfect! well anything would be perfect next to this damn awful thing. Here merchant..." She tosses the cloak. "do what you will with that."
The merchant picks up the cloak (which he had deftly dodged for fear of attaining some rare plague) with a few fingers. "Thank you miss. I'm sure there is a fire going out somewhere that this will keep lit for ages." He quickly looks at the clothes she has taken, and tries to mentally calculate how much he can take this newcomer for, and then notices Leland. "Err.. that will be 15 coppers."
This price was, of course less than what he paid for them, but he didn't see the need to argue with a man almost twice his width.
Leland pays the man and they start to wonder deeper into the maze of carts and stands. Celine scratches her ear and looks up at Leland. "M..must be bad memories?" Leland chuckles.
After a while, they manage to find something in Leland's size, barely, and something to eat.
"Well Celine, I think we still have enough money here. Maybe we should think about picking up a cheap weapon. Maybe a nice dagger?"
Celine looks at him in surprise. "You? You want a weapon?! What happened to 'Mr. Let's-not-fight'?"
Leland tightens the purse-strings. "I just think that, as we are going to be around humans, and Joseph doesn't want us transforming back while we're here, it might be a good idea to have something we can defend ourselves with."
She looks at her father with astonishment. "Very well.. But I get to choose. You haven't been in a fight since I was little."
The weapons dealer had set up shop at the far end of the market near the docks themselves, figuring any sailor worth his salt needed a weapon. It was a decent sized cart, with a few rather nice looking weapons.
Celine however was an expert at catching out decent weapons from bad ones and knew that if a weapon looked really nice, then it was mostly just for show and would just as much snap in battle and kill the wielder then anything else.
"Ah the lady wishes to purchase today?" The accent on the man is thick and boorish. Every word, said in hopes of a sale. "Perhaps I could show you something in a beautifully jewelled stiletto?"
"No.. I'm looking for something I can actually use in a fight."
With this, the merchants accent completely vanishes, along with hopes of a high priced sale "'al right 'den miss. 'ere's wot I got..." Celine picks up a hefty dirk and Leland picks up a slightly used but very capable short sword, which in his hands looked almost like a dirk.
Just as they pay the man, a high pitched yelp comes from within the market headed towards them. Leland looks over and sees much of the crowd scattering to one side, fearful cries in their wake. Behind the spreading mass, he can see the tops of guard helmets and drawn swords. "Stop 'im! Don't left 'im get to the docks!!"
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