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| Tessandra | November 3 2008, 12:27 PM |
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Damien met the handshake, nodding. So... he wanted to spread his special brand of justice eh? What might that be? All Jak knew was that Damien hated the rich and aloof, and wanted a reputation as a sort of tainted Robin Hood. "I hear that the stalls in the Town Square sell some delicious spicy vegetable wraps. And there's always soup stalls and bakeries. And as for your delivering of justice, if you ever want any contacts or help, don't hesitate to come to me. These nobles and greedy merchants are what gets me the most." He began walking down Parade street, it was about a five minutes walk to the Square. The others sort of fell into step next to him, Kope and Brendan not too bothered, Damien walking next to Max, chatting away about his theories on elevating the poor by teaching the rich a lesson. Soon, shops began to appear. Depending on the price and quality of the goods, the signs differed from just pictures, to pictures and words, to just words. Bakeries, Greengrocers, Tailors, oh how many Tailors. Shield shops, light armour shops, a shop just for Cobalt Student and Forces, and, as a women exited the door, followed by a wave of intoxicating, beautiful aroma; an apothecary carrying magical and ordinary potions, toiletries, perfumes and spices. They passed a whole string of Academy supply shops; in one window were rolls of parchment, stacks of coloured inks, a display of quills and a pile of satchels. A few children, aged about ten, were nodding eagerly as a shop attendant put their purchases into a cloth bag and talked to them. Academy shops each had the Academy insignia somewhere in the sign, a triangle with a circle inside it. One academy shop was fill of carving and crafting implements; for glass blowing, woodwork, blacksmithing. Another was stuffed with dog-eared textbooks, well-worn but clean. Perhaps the most entrancing was the Magic shop, whose display showed a complicated Alchemial experiment, and a cabinet hosted an array of gemstone and supplewood palm wands, that enabled a student to harness the elements for spells. Palm wands were square, slightly concave tiles, with a glittering gemstone of the buyer's choice set into the middle. Around the edges the wood was painted, or stained, and could be set with engravings, and further gems. Strong straps were threaded and set through the middle of the tile so that it could be tied to the back of the casting hand. As Damien watched, an Academy Student stepped out of the shop, clutching some small vials, his palm wand catching the light and throwing Topaz specks of light into his vision. Damien looked away, "It's all very well them having that Academy, teaching people of any age for free, but the stuff costs so much... if you're poor, how can you ever learn a decent trade?". Brendan shrugged. Kope did not answer, staring after the Mage, Topaz palm wand still glittering. Suddenly the shops fell away on both sides, and Town Square opened up before them. It was a vast, flagstoned thing, with more expensive shops tucked away under overhangs that were supported by tall, majestic pillars. Above the overhangs, the buildings were two stories high, sunlight bouncing off the windows. A fountain shimmered in one corner, surrounded by a chaos of benches and tables. Cheaper food stalls were scattered about, infusing the air with flavour. A group of buskers played drums and percussion instruments, a samba style, but it was not overly loud. Small toddlers and children danced in the bright sun, their parents chatting nearby. Parade street led on, and the Castle was visible several hundred metres away. Before that though, the castle gardens, a vast collection of mazes and flower fields, sprawled to the right, and Merchant Walk cut between the grand shops of the Town Square and the castle gardens to end in the Great Market, North East of Town Square. To their left rose the Museum, and hidden behind that lay the Academy, to which many Students were entering or leaving, chattering animatedly. Damien's stomach grumbled. His eye caught a stall with an open grill, upon which patties of vegetables, grains and beans were browning. A huge circle of moist, milky cheese lay on a wooden cutting board, and a fresh batch of onions were being thrown onto the vast grill, oil splashing about, a stove crackling heartily beneath, and a quaint little chimney funneling the smoke to above head level, where it was blown away. He walked over. "How much?" "Three Araedollars." "What's that liquid?" "It's a type of tea. Seeynya tea. Nice. Warms you up. One Araedollar." Damien hastily paid the money, and the man took a tortilla out from nowhere, scooped a pattie onto it, threw some onions on and cut a slice of cheese for him, wrapping the bundle up expertly. He handed Damien a mug of tea, "If you like the tea, leave a coin in there when you bring the mug back, ok?". Damien nodded, barely hearing him, sinking his teeth into the warm wrap. Juice oozed down his chin and he wiped it away with one hand, taking another bite. Brendan copied Damien, while Kope drifted off to a stall selling beef broth. The only places you could get meat were at these stalls and cafes. Out in the settlements, with little money and no means of keeping it fresh, meat was rare. Plus, it was expensive. Only the nobles and Royals could eat it on a regular basis. There were no butchers, just Certified suppliers. Damien didn't care. This was soooo good. He turned to Max, "Oh wow, you gotta try one of these, decided what you're getting? Ah, Brendan's saved us a table look." Brendan, pausing halfway through his food, took a sip of the tea. Happiness blossomed on his face. Damien laughed. Jak's heart swelled. This place was bliss... |
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