BrScHo
01-22-09, 02:43 PM
The Bazaar was busy on this late winter afternoon, the cold breeze tugged on Bearin’s torn leather vest. He had never been to this place, but something told him from his last battle with ‘Hero’ he needed something that would give him quick access to his spell book. He had taken the time to sketch a picture of the item he wished to obtain. He scanned the streets, dodging patrons as he hiked uphill trying to find the perfect shop. If the item Bearin searched for existed he would for sure find it in the congested streets of the Bazaar.
He passed what seemed like hundreds of shops before finally entering one that seemed to be old and cheap. No sign and a sheet for a door, Bearin hoped this shop would be somewhat in his price range. He climbed the stone steps and lifted the sheet that barely kept the wind outside from entering the dark shop. As he entered he noted the strange torches that were mounted on the wall around the room. This was a magicians shop, just the place he wanted to be.
He passed what seemed like hundreds of shops before finally entering one that seemed to be old and cheap. No sign and a sheet for a door, Bearin hoped this shop would be somewhat in his price range. He climbed the stone steps and lifted the sheet that barely kept the wind outside from entering the dark shop. As he entered he noted the strange torches that were mounted on the wall around the room. This was a magicians shop, just the place he wanted to be.