Agent of Black
09-18-07, 08:32 PM
After waking up in Concordia, I was led to the city of Radasanth. It amazed me; I was introduced to a myriad of sights and smells that you would never have seen back on Earth. A fairy tale land. But there was no time to dawdle, I couldn't settle in the first new place I visited. I remember walking on a stone street, people of all shapes and sizes brushing my shoulders as they passed. I stopped on a corner and looked over down a long street lined with stalls and kiosks: It was a bazaar. Planning on travelling around quite a bit, I checked my provision sack...
I fumbled through its contents, Matches, check... Sleeping material, okay. Knife, good... Food seems to be edible still. I quietly thought to myself while both my hands rummaged through to the bottom, the sack hanging freely from a leather strap slung over my shoulder. I also reached into the of the sack, grabbed a piece of paper and brought my hands out, holding a ticket, or some sort of credit coupon that was supposedly worth a small amount of gold in any bazaar. I clutched it in my hand as I pulled tight the rope strung around the opening to close the sack, and let it loose at my side.
I would need something, an item of clothing, which would help keep me warm and safe if the weather got bad. A coat, maybe. Were there even coats in this world? I hadn't seen anyone wearing any type of coat walking through the streets. None of my modern clothing seemed to be available.
I sighed and took a deep breath, pivoted and began to stroll down the middle of the street. My eyes constantly darting side to side as I passed various stalls selling different wares or something, I don't know. My attention was only focused on finding what I needed. It wasn't long till I saw a merchant hovering over a wooden stall; its long counter top had various pieces of clothing strewn about. Some tunics on one side, trousers on the other. But the only things that had caught my eye were the cloaks in the middle. They were long, cape-like and most of them had hoods sewn on them. I calmly approached the stall, trying to keep a casual look on my face. Unfortunately in my past I haven't spent much time dealing with strangers, only killing them.
I nodded to the merchant, setting my coupon on top of a long black, fur-lined cloak that had taken my fancy. "The black one, please." I said politely, motioning for that cloak.
I fumbled through its contents, Matches, check... Sleeping material, okay. Knife, good... Food seems to be edible still. I quietly thought to myself while both my hands rummaged through to the bottom, the sack hanging freely from a leather strap slung over my shoulder. I also reached into the of the sack, grabbed a piece of paper and brought my hands out, holding a ticket, or some sort of credit coupon that was supposedly worth a small amount of gold in any bazaar. I clutched it in my hand as I pulled tight the rope strung around the opening to close the sack, and let it loose at my side.
I would need something, an item of clothing, which would help keep me warm and safe if the weather got bad. A coat, maybe. Were there even coats in this world? I hadn't seen anyone wearing any type of coat walking through the streets. None of my modern clothing seemed to be available.
I sighed and took a deep breath, pivoted and began to stroll down the middle of the street. My eyes constantly darting side to side as I passed various stalls selling different wares or something, I don't know. My attention was only focused on finding what I needed. It wasn't long till I saw a merchant hovering over a wooden stall; its long counter top had various pieces of clothing strewn about. Some tunics on one side, trousers on the other. But the only things that had caught my eye were the cloaks in the middle. They were long, cape-like and most of them had hoods sewn on them. I calmly approached the stall, trying to keep a casual look on my face. Unfortunately in my past I haven't spent much time dealing with strangers, only killing them.
I nodded to the merchant, setting my coupon on top of a long black, fur-lined cloak that had taken my fancy. "The black one, please." I said politely, motioning for that cloak.