Post by Kham’sin on Mar 4, 2009 23:24:23 GMT
As the market busheled and hustled, and hawkers screamed and pleaded for attention so their products would see, so their good would leave and coin come to them. A point of calm sat at the roadside. Upon an outstretched blanket sat a young man of dark tan complexion, his skin well worn and well traveled, he sat with his back to a wall and his feet bent up to his rear. His arms at his side and leaning against his shoulder was a quarterstaff. The soft gray wood it was made of seemed quite contrasting to the vibrant reds and yellows of the bandannas upon he head and throat. His bandanna covered head was tilted foward, the owner seemingly asleep but several local thieves had already spread word that looks could be quite deceiving when it came to this odd man and the temptation to steal from him was there not because of any rich clothing he might be wearing (rather he looked like he had just spent a month in the wilderness and smelled rather like this was the truth) but the goods spread out on the blanket before him. Unlike most of the goods these were not magical, not gleaming with illusion spells or light spells. They sat and did nothing but the skill and handywork of them spoke for themselves for sitting before the man was wonderfully and painstakingly carved stone work. Some looked as hardy as the planets while others looked as delicate as glass. Rearing horses made from granite, swimming mermaids carved from quartz, and many more besides. These goods were carved with care, patience, and skill.
It seemed he was not selling for making large amounts of money, he had no marketing plan, no signs posted. He had just wandered in. Found an empty spot, spread out the blanket and goods and taken a nap... or so it seemed. Three thieves interested in his goods could attest for the fact he was handy with that quarterstaff and not nearly as asleep as he seemed. A few of the other merchants had applauded as the stranger took care of the three without even standing. It had been impressive but he had barely looked up before he was sitting back down amongst his goods. He seemed to be waiting for something, someone, or sometime. From time to time he would lift his head only to talk briefly with a customer or look upon the sun before lowering his head once more. All the other merchants knew was his name overheard from an exchange with a customer.
Kham'sin.
It seemed he was not selling for making large amounts of money, he had no marketing plan, no signs posted. He had just wandered in. Found an empty spot, spread out the blanket and goods and taken a nap... or so it seemed. Three thieves interested in his goods could attest for the fact he was handy with that quarterstaff and not nearly as asleep as he seemed. A few of the other merchants had applauded as the stranger took care of the three without even standing. It had been impressive but he had barely looked up before he was sitting back down amongst his goods. He seemed to be waiting for something, someone, or sometime. From time to time he would lift his head only to talk briefly with a customer or look upon the sun before lowering his head once more. All the other merchants knew was his name overheard from an exchange with a customer.
Kham'sin.