83rd of Summer, 515AV It was hot, unbearable in late Spring's muggy nature, the sun beaming down with a terrible harshness not yet seen since last Fall. Everyone seemed to have a lazy nature about them, drowsily walking about the markets in a pre-Summer's haze. To go to the market? A chore for most with the temperature, though a chore needed. Everyone becoming frustrated with the heat yet needing food to survive the week without going hungry. Autumn and Marjorie were walking toward the market district by the ocean, Autumn and Marjorie carrying five full waterskins slung over both of their backs. "You think?" "Yeah it could be anyone." stated Marjorie. "How would we trust such person?" "Well, first off, we need a crew, and secondly, mizas have a way of buying trust even in the most avid of thieves." "True, but how could we find a person of such a particular skillset? You said it could be anyone." "There are plenty of thieves in this god-forsaken bosom of criminal activity, I'm sure we'll know them when we see them." "True." The crowd grew denser as they neared the market, and passing around the groups of people they made their way to the stalls in order to barter or trade the goods that they had. Drugs and food, and sometimes drugged food being sold alongside metal pots, bows with fletched arrows, precious stones and strange bones, and even a stand catering to rare and common herbs alike. They walked past a slave auction on one of the docks, a fresh shipment of slaves coming off the boats, wanting only to buy a slave to set him or her free. Their looks of distain at the auction leader probably could have killed him if any more piercing. "Alright what do we need?" asked Marjorie. "Money." There was a pause, then they burst out in laughter. "No seriously." "Lets browse, we'll get something good somewhere." "Alright." After a bit of searching, they heard the desperate cries of a fine wine collector offering his wares for a dispickably low price. It aroused their suspicion, how could a bottle of wine of such a vintage be worth so little? They went over, ready to barter. "Two bottles of 501AV Glist Vineyard Piniot Noir, 10 GM." the man was shouting amongst the cries of other stall owner's offers. "We'll trade you three full waterskins of rainwater for the both of them." "Five, and thats my final offer." "Four or we'll leave." They pretended to turn around, unaroused by the mans offer when he stopped them. "Okay four and a half, I have a waterskin right here and I need it." "Sure." they both smiled. He got out his waterskin and they poured half of their fourth waterskin into his, him taking a long drink. "Pleasure doing business sir!" said Autumn. "Yeah yeah..." the man grumbled. Autumn took the two bottles of wine and put them in her old worn bag, and they carried on though the bazzar of shops filling the already claustrophobic seaside next to the docks. They were surprised. They knew it was hot, muggy, and dry, and it hadn't rained in a week, they had officially realized how valuable their trade goods were. People were everywhere, and Autumn and Marjorie moved through the sea of dull commotion like fish in water, never bumping up against another. Both were decently experienced pickpockets, and knew that one little bump could mean the ten gold mizas in Autumn's pocket could change hands in one subtle heartbeat. "Alright we need waterskins." Marjorie stated. They continued on through the rows of stalls beside the ocean, wondering what they would come across next. Within the bellowing of the advertising stall owners they heard something about "stock" in a ship fleet owner's trading company. "Like chicken stock?" Autumn shrugged. |