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Timestamp - Sun-Rise, 41st of Winter, AV 513
As soon as the sun broken the horizon, casting sprays of magnificent colours all across the skies, turning whitest clouds into spheres of deep oranges and reds that dotted throughout the sky, the courtyard was subjected to the rustle and scraps of rough feet on the cobbled stone. In the centre of the courtyard a weather wooden cart stood, filled to the rim with various crate while its driver tended to his horses, brushing them down and removing their harnesses.
The air was crisp and fresh this morning, cold enough to send torrents of fog from the mouth and nose of everyone breathing it in. Garret himself was wrapped in a heavy coat, continuously moving back and forth to keep himself warm. He had been up for the last two hours waiting for a food cart to arrive, he had been charged by a no doubt wealthy merchant who was unwilling to fork out the Mizas for a more professional guard to watch over the workers.
"I doubt these people are workers, probably just slaves for hire, chances are I have got more gold in my purse than they have ever earned" he thought to himself, they were a pathetic bunch of men and woman truth be told. Clad in thin, dirty rages, they had not the energy on their skeletal bodies' to even shiver, their faces were gaunt and pale, their eyes empty and lifeless as they carried the crates off the cart, their bare, frozen feet dragging through the snow "I bet they don't even realize that those crates the lumber around are filled to the brim with food, ready to make a killing at the market while they starve at home" he chuckled to himself as he smacked his exposed hands together, trying to encourage warm blood to flow through them as he watched them work.
It was no surprise that the workers were so scraggy, food prices had rocketed over the past couple of days meaning that even the average man in the street could scarcely afford to feed his family let alone these drudges. He was unsure if it was the heavy snow that meant this was one of the first few carts he had seen make their way into this city or down to the fact that he had overhead rumours of merchants complain about rotting food, only whispers and he doubted them to be trues because it didn't make sense to Garret "In these temperatures food should be preserved not rotting". None of this sat well with Garret, but it wasn't his place to question things, he was only tasked with doing his job and that is what he does.
He rubbed his hands together once more; the blistering cold snow made his hands numb as it gently cascaded down from the heavens. Part of him wished he had dressed in armour perhaps, but doubt any leather armour he may have purchased would have helped him stay warm and he hardly needed protection against this miserable lot, though as always his morningstar hung by his waist as he shield was strapped to his forearm.
But the cold wasn't by far the worst thing about this job, it was the man stood next to him. He was a youthful lad, no more than nineteen. With short raven black hair, dark thick eyebrow, deep brown eyes and a hairless jaw there was no doubt that women would regard him as a handsome young lad but that was not the problem Garret had with the lad. Of course not, he knew love was fleeting and that a good fuck could be bought from any desperate lass. The problem was that the lad would not stop talking!
"I'm so lucky to have my Sophia you know, I tell you how we met since it is such a romantic tale, like the ones from the stories"
"By the gods'" Garret muttered under his breath "Here we go again"
Timestamp - Sun-Rise, 41st of Winter, AV 513
As soon as the sun broken the horizon, casting sprays of magnificent colours all across the skies, turning whitest clouds into spheres of deep oranges and reds that dotted throughout the sky, the courtyard was subjected to the rustle and scraps of rough feet on the cobbled stone. In the centre of the courtyard a weather wooden cart stood, filled to the rim with various crate while its driver tended to his horses, brushing them down and removing their harnesses.
The air was crisp and fresh this morning, cold enough to send torrents of fog from the mouth and nose of everyone breathing it in. Garret himself was wrapped in a heavy coat, continuously moving back and forth to keep himself warm. He had been up for the last two hours waiting for a food cart to arrive, he had been charged by a no doubt wealthy merchant who was unwilling to fork out the Mizas for a more professional guard to watch over the workers.
"I doubt these people are workers, probably just slaves for hire, chances are I have got more gold in my purse than they have ever earned" he thought to himself, they were a pathetic bunch of men and woman truth be told. Clad in thin, dirty rages, they had not the energy on their skeletal bodies' to even shiver, their faces were gaunt and pale, their eyes empty and lifeless as they carried the crates off the cart, their bare, frozen feet dragging through the snow "I bet they don't even realize that those crates the lumber around are filled to the brim with food, ready to make a killing at the market while they starve at home" he chuckled to himself as he smacked his exposed hands together, trying to encourage warm blood to flow through them as he watched them work.
It was no surprise that the workers were so scraggy, food prices had rocketed over the past couple of days meaning that even the average man in the street could scarcely afford to feed his family let alone these drudges. He was unsure if it was the heavy snow that meant this was one of the first few carts he had seen make their way into this city or down to the fact that he had overhead rumours of merchants complain about rotting food, only whispers and he doubted them to be trues because it didn't make sense to Garret "In these temperatures food should be preserved not rotting". None of this sat well with Garret, but it wasn't his place to question things, he was only tasked with doing his job and that is what he does.
He rubbed his hands together once more; the blistering cold snow made his hands numb as it gently cascaded down from the heavens. Part of him wished he had dressed in armour perhaps, but doubt any leather armour he may have purchased would have helped him stay warm and he hardly needed protection against this miserable lot, though as always his morningstar hung by his waist as he shield was strapped to his forearm.
But the cold wasn't by far the worst thing about this job, it was the man stood next to him. He was a youthful lad, no more than nineteen. With short raven black hair, dark thick eyebrow, deep brown eyes and a hairless jaw there was no doubt that women would regard him as a handsome young lad but that was not the problem Garret had with the lad. Of course not, he knew love was fleeting and that a good fuck could be bought from any desperate lass. The problem was that the lad would not stop talking!
"I'm so lucky to have my Sophia you know, I tell you how we met since it is such a romantic tale, like the ones from the stories"
"By the gods'" Garret muttered under his breath "Here we go again"
