47th of Summer, 514AV
Zhongjie Warrens
It was to the great relief of many citizens of Riverfall that the Council announced and implemented shade for the various squares and parks of the city. Even if the weather continued to be just as dreadful, merely avoiding the intense rays of the sun would do wonders to alleviate much of the heat. Many residents, previously unwilling to venture forth into the sun-filled streets, decided to brave them this day with the promise of shade when they arrived at their various destinations.
However, all that had really been accomplished was replacing the heat of the sun's intense rays with the stuffiness of a crowd captured beneath the canopies set up by the Council.
Ashar did not mind crowds at all for the most part, but at the moment there was nothing he wished more than to escape the warrens in which he found himself trapped in. He took the patrol with the short-sighted intention of taking advantage of the shade, without considering that many other people would have the same idea.
I told you, Jek scolded, also feeling the intense heat and doubly frustrated by the fact there was nothing he could even attempt to do about it. You're not the only one who hates the sun in this weather.
Not helping, Jek, Ashar retorted, doing his best to not let the temperature affect his temper. It was difficult though, and he wasn't the only one having difficulty. A few people at the stalls he noticed were getting rather exasperated, and a few shouts were heard here and there. What was especially tiresome was the knowledge that the bazaar wasn't even that crowded compared to how packed it usually was. In fact, it was relatively sparse, with most people hugging the various stalls and keeping the main pathways free. Even so, it was ungodly hot beneath the canopies, and there wasn't anything Ashar could do until his shift ended in about a bell.
Using his naginata's staff as a walking stick of sorts, Ashar half walked and half hobbled through the Zhongjie Warrens, doing his best to make as few movements as possible and limit the amount of body heat he himself was generating. Because Wysar knew that even more heat was the last thing this city needed.
Perhaps we could buy some refreshments? offered Jek.
Not a bad idea, actually. Except for the fact that whatever we buy will be as warm as the air around us.
Shyke, hadn't thought of that, Jek cursed, a behavior that he avoided like the plague but could be seen peaking through when he was particularly hot-blooded. Like today. Guess we'll just have to suck it up for the next bell or so. How about we take a trip to the Kulk before heading over to the Sasarans?
Good workout, Ashar teased, attempting to remain good-natured. I'll just head home after we're done at the Kulk, wail on the dummy in our apartment for a while. I'm not in the mood to climb the Second Tier twice in the same day.
Good.
Ashar nodded their mutual agreement, scanning his eyes over the crowd that had gathered at the warrens that day. The results of the heat were evident everywhere, as shopkeepers haggled even more than normal, much to the mounting frustration of the customers. Most of them were Akalaks, arguing back and forth with massive gestures. A son stood nervously, getting closer to his dad as he yelled with a jeweler about the price of a particular ring, which Ashar couldn't help but overhear because they were the loudest words in the market.
Ashar, I don't think that's his son.
Zhongjie Warrens
It was to the great relief of many citizens of Riverfall that the Council announced and implemented shade for the various squares and parks of the city. Even if the weather continued to be just as dreadful, merely avoiding the intense rays of the sun would do wonders to alleviate much of the heat. Many residents, previously unwilling to venture forth into the sun-filled streets, decided to brave them this day with the promise of shade when they arrived at their various destinations.
However, all that had really been accomplished was replacing the heat of the sun's intense rays with the stuffiness of a crowd captured beneath the canopies set up by the Council.
Ashar did not mind crowds at all for the most part, but at the moment there was nothing he wished more than to escape the warrens in which he found himself trapped in. He took the patrol with the short-sighted intention of taking advantage of the shade, without considering that many other people would have the same idea.
I told you, Jek scolded, also feeling the intense heat and doubly frustrated by the fact there was nothing he could even attempt to do about it. You're not the only one who hates the sun in this weather.
Not helping, Jek, Ashar retorted, doing his best to not let the temperature affect his temper. It was difficult though, and he wasn't the only one having difficulty. A few people at the stalls he noticed were getting rather exasperated, and a few shouts were heard here and there. What was especially tiresome was the knowledge that the bazaar wasn't even that crowded compared to how packed it usually was. In fact, it was relatively sparse, with most people hugging the various stalls and keeping the main pathways free. Even so, it was ungodly hot beneath the canopies, and there wasn't anything Ashar could do until his shift ended in about a bell.
Using his naginata's staff as a walking stick of sorts, Ashar half walked and half hobbled through the Zhongjie Warrens, doing his best to make as few movements as possible and limit the amount of body heat he himself was generating. Because Wysar knew that even more heat was the last thing this city needed.
Perhaps we could buy some refreshments? offered Jek.
Not a bad idea, actually. Except for the fact that whatever we buy will be as warm as the air around us.
Shyke, hadn't thought of that, Jek cursed, a behavior that he avoided like the plague but could be seen peaking through when he was particularly hot-blooded. Like today. Guess we'll just have to suck it up for the next bell or so. How about we take a trip to the Kulk before heading over to the Sasarans?
Good workout, Ashar teased, attempting to remain good-natured. I'll just head home after we're done at the Kulk, wail on the dummy in our apartment for a while. I'm not in the mood to climb the Second Tier twice in the same day.
Good.
Ashar nodded their mutual agreement, scanning his eyes over the crowd that had gathered at the warrens that day. The results of the heat were evident everywhere, as shopkeepers haggled even more than normal, much to the mounting frustration of the customers. Most of them were Akalaks, arguing back and forth with massive gestures. A son stood nervously, getting closer to his dad as he yelled with a jeweler about the price of a particular ring, which Ashar couldn't help but overhear because they were the loudest words in the market.
Ashar, I don't think that's his son.
