A day at the market! :: OPEN

[synergismus]

Who: OPEN, NPCs if needed.
What: A guided trip to the Aspic Bazaar
Where: Aspic
When: Coardi Wednesday Morning
Notes: OOC post here.

It's spring in Baedal and the Bazaar in Aspic is full of life. The sun shines on colourful buildings, bleaching tentweaves draped over market stalls. The air is full of shouts and animal noises, customers haggling with merchants and tradesmen striking deals. Children of different species rush back and forth, unattended in the crowd.

There are a lot of things on display in the market. Local produce and wares sit next to strange and exotic bleed-through goods, all of which the sellers are quick to guarantee the genuineness and legality of. Less honest characters also visit the market, it is generally known as an official stomping ground for one of the city's more notorious criminal enterprises. The city is aware of this, of course, and while Militia presence here is not as keenly felt in other place, it may be noticeable in the cares some people take.

It's still considered a safe place, or as a safe a place full of haves and havenots in a strange city can be. It's certainly considered a safe enough place to send newcomers for quick introduction to local sights and economics.

The (more recent) residents of the Valhalla Inn and anyone on the CeidaryBlue523 Node have been encouraged to visit the place. They have also been encouraged to not go alone.

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[paramedicated.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you're twenty-six." Cassandra makes Malcolm into the worst sort of blurter; he's usually so much more cool and collected (he's not going to admit that it's because he hasn't talked to a girl in months). "Uh, only I meant you look younger and I was a bit surprised because I turned twenty-one myself just last spring."

Mal goes a slightly dull pink all over as he hurries to explain and then hurries on to hopefully change the topic after that. At least he keeps a calm expression? "I wasn't being very nice about the haggling anyway; it's a matter of looking like you could walk away from whatever you plan on buying. It was really nice stuff and the fabric didn't give or anything but if I say that he'll just jack up his price. Fishmongers do it all the time."

[cassie_of_troy]

She nodded slightly. She could actually follow his logic and was grateful for it. It was highly doubtful that she would ever be much of a haggler, but new information was always good. And at least this information didn't come with a sore throat. Cassandra would take a little while longer to recover from the Lucky Strikes.

As to her appearance...well...that's what happened when one was untouched by the sun.

"I'll remember that," she said.