[Marketplace] Silken Whisper (Zedavi/open)

[Zedavi]

Summer 51, 510 Zedavi the cloth-merchant sat smiling on the mat underneath his portable shelter, his wares spread out before him and his arms spread out in a conciliatory gesture towards the very large Eypharian looming above him. He spoke, as was his way, in the archaic version of Common found on scrolls written shortly after the Valterrian. His foster father had collected such books, and he had learned to read and speak from them. "Come nowe, kynde sirrah, surely thou dost notte thynk that such ae fyne example of clothing shouldst be worth to thee only fyfteene golde-rymmed Miza? Yt ys notte to be borne, for ae silken shirt, though mayhap ae price of twenty-five golde-rimmed Miza shalt be of ae more pleasing tone to thine ear?" The Eypharian ran the fine silk through one pair of hands while the other pair rested on his hips. "Garbage does not cost so much in the finer quarters of town, though you are the only human-kin merchant today with four-armed garments. I offer seventeen." Zedavi smiled once more, this one was difficult. "But friende, yt ys surely not of such poore make, that ye would want yt for no more than the commoner merchandyse? Yt ys twenty-five golde-rimmed Miza for the shyrt, sirrah, and notte ae copper less, and thee will notte get ae better deal for yts quality anywhere else yn thys markytplace. Ae two-armed shyrt for thyne use would be fyfteene golde-rimmed Miza wythoute complainte, but thee wouldst want alterationnes, and yt would run the byll up to thyrtie Golde-rimmed Miza easily." The Eypharian considered the garment for a moment and shook his head. "I can find this quality anywhere in the marketplace, the alterations can't cost as much as the shirt, why should they? I offer eighteen." Zedavi sighed. This really was difficult. "Because, friende, yf yt ys a two-armed shyrt, yt ys more difficult to add on sleeveings than yt ys to take offe a pair from a four-armed shyrt. I wyll lower twenty-two golde-rimmed Miza and five sylver-rimmed Miza, but cannotte goe lower."'

[Tayhura]

Tayhura weaved through the crowded thoroughfare. The market was always so loud and condensed. He was never sure whether he should feel in his element or out of it. No matter, though! He had work to do! Somehow, he had managed to arrange it through a friend of an acquaintance of someone else.

Walking up to the stall, Tayhura raised a brow at his future employer. He was not entirely sure what words were being said, but it was perfectly obvious that Zedavi was working with a difficult customer.

He hesitated. Not wanting to interrupt, he slipped as quiet as a cat to a spot a few yards to the left of Zediva and watched the bartering-war with hidden amusement.

[Sysylunryuu]

Sysylunryuu slithered over bales of cloth and through the legs of tables, chairs, and people, thankful he was no brutish Constrictor or fence-sitting Rattler. Being less than 3 feet long was always helpful, he reflected. He was currently in the shadow of a large stall, decided to seek a slightly warmer refuge, as he had just eaten a rather large vole, and heat would help him to digest more quickly.

Wrapping himself around the support of the stall, Sysylunryuu climbed up to the awning, in a place at the very least difficult to see from the ground, while at the same time being quite warm.

To amuse himself, he focused on different conversations in the marketplace, chuckling mentally to himself as a merchant tried to charge what he assumed was a ridiculously high price for a four armed shirt.

[Sysylunryuu]

After sunning for a few hours, Sysylunryuu left the area of the marketplace, heading toward the training hall. If he was careful, he might be able to learn something.