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The mage remarks on the quality of the cloth at a market stall. "Fifty denarii? You piss in water and tell me it is wine..."
Hustle and bustle are everywhere in the Thayan port city of Eltabaar, goods from exotic locations all over Faerun converge in the large and popular market.
"I assure you this is the finest cloth from the silks of the far world." The vendor protests.
The Red Wizard's expression becomes cross as he assesses the man behind the stall, the ornate tattoos on his head following the movement of his brow.
"Thirty denarii then."
The crowd flows in droves around them as the men converse with various vendors shouting and peddling their wares, slave traders cracking the distinct sound of a whip as slaves line up to be sold. Despite all this however, each passerby always cautiously avoids bumping into the wizard.
"You drive a hard bargain Red Wizard. Do you wish this to be delivered?"
The wizard nods in response, "To the Enclave. Under the name Alcazar Tel'Rune."
He then pays then man and walks off into the crowd, toward the slave master...
Hustle and bustle are everywhere in the Thayan port city of Eltabaar, goods from exotic locations all over Faerun converge in the large and popular market.
"I assure you this is the finest cloth from the silks of the far world." The vendor protests.
The Red Wizard's expression becomes cross as he assesses the man behind the stall, the ornate tattoos on his head following the movement of his brow.
"Thirty denarii then."
The crowd flows in droves around them as the men converse with various vendors shouting and peddling their wares, slave traders cracking the distinct sound of a whip as slaves line up to be sold. Despite all this however, each passerby always cautiously avoids bumping into the wizard.
"You drive a hard bargain Red Wizard. Do you wish this to be delivered?"
The wizard nods in response, "To the Enclave. Under the name Alcazar Tel'Rune."
He then pays then man and walks off into the crowd, toward the slave master...