Flashback (Great Bazaar) Tavasi's Snare

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Spring 18, 494 AV The morning was a beautiful one, the birds sang their lively melodies, the bees buzzed from one flower to the next. All of this completely escaped Tourmal “Shyke! Not again!” he yelled while he got ready for the day. Tourmal had just left home not more than a season ago and, had just acquired a job at a small jeweler where he worked in the back rooms making jewelry. He had figured it would be an easy decent paying job with his father having taught him after his apprenticeship in weaponsmithing fell through. Though shortly after starting realized that his father had done a lot more work than he had let on. Tourmal had slept in again after going out on a ride with Aurus the night before. Aurus being the only friend that he had, the two spent a lot of time together. They frequently took long rides to pass the time, not knowing what else to do. The entire event lasted well into the night, when he returned Aurus to the stables. Then walked home. Tourmal had started off the day poorly, his legs feeling like they were burning from the inside, on top of that he had misplaced his shirt the night before carelessly discarding it somewhere inside his one room apartment. “Petching shirt, where are you! AAAGH!” the man yelled After searching for it for about thirty chimes he found it wedged between his bed and the wall. It was as wrinkled as one would expect it to be after the night it had. Tourmal visited the baths after work the day before. But due to his night ride with Aurus he had worked up a heavy sweat trying to keep himself hovering above the horse while matching the steeds gate. The task was considerably harder than he was capable of. He only lasted short lengths before his legs gave out, dropping his wait on the horses back. He felt it break his horses momentum slightly as he did so. Tourmal felt bad afterwards not being able to present himself as a rider of sufficient skill. As he drew his shirt over his head he had smelled the evidence of his previous nights ride and his face cringed at the odor. Unfortunately he had no time to give it a wash he was already late and had not time to spare.

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Spring 18, 494 AV He first tried to sprint with all his might, the first step burned with such intensity he thought that his legs would incinerate burning to ashes from the inside out, leaving him with skeletal legs. Even though he kept trying eventually being forced to a light, painful jog, from feeling as though the tendons in the back of his legs would snap from the preasure. All around him was evidence that Tavasi was at work. The mid-morning sun shone brightly highlighting the petals of the seasonal flowers. Tourmal again took no notice to Tavasi's handiwork. His mind set on getting to work as fast as possible. Tourmal needed this job and could not stand to lose it he had yet received any pay and was living off of savings he had earned at home in Cyphrus. He had yet to find his calling and thought to try his hand in his families craft. The couple he worked for were nice, he made most of the jewelry, smelting and shaping the metal, then cutting and setting the jewels if the pieces incorporated any. She mostly ran the front placing the jewelry, in attempts of attracting customers inside where their more pricey pieces were. The shop didn't sell many nice pieces any with stones were of average quality size shape and color. Nothing like what he had seen in Ahnatep, the jewelry there was magnificent. Tourmal turned a corner and headed for the stairs that would lead him down to the fourth tier. As he reached the stairs and started his decline down them he became aware of a new set of muscles he had never known he had before then. Just below his buttocks, his back upper thighs screamed in agony. Tourmal was forced to slow his advance immensely. “Oh shyke!” his legs attempted to give out on him, buckling when he reached the bottom, he dropped to his knees. Then slowly got back up to his feet and continued his venture. Upon reaching the Grand Bazaar the young man received strange looks as he awkwardly jogged, more so speed walked past. As Tourmal turned another corner he saw his destination. Finally he thought to himself, his target was in sight. As he neared the shop he saw the old lady who's name had escaped him outside arranging some of her lesser wares outside. As he closed in she looked to see what was causing the strange sound coming from his abnormal gate. When she noticed the offender was Tourmal she shook her head and made a comment about the young always being late. Tourmal didn't really want to hear anything right now he just wanted to begin his work in order to keep the griping at a minimum.