>>6118778>“Pawn it off then.” You tell May. “Just make sure not to ‘skim’ any off the top, would you?”“Wouldn’t dream of it, boss!” May salutes, pocketing the Red Gem for safekeeping.
The night has grown late, and you decide it time to head to bed and get some rest. Tomorrow was the day you’d leave for Morfis, and you wanted to be at your best. Settling into your corner of the ship’s underbelly, you drift off into sleep, with dreams of the princess floating about in your head. After all this effort, she’d damn well better be worth it.
You awaken the next morning feeling perfectly fine. If there was any one benefit to having chosen to accompany Alvin, it was the fact that you’d have access to the man’s healing magic. You’d already taken several brutal blows and you’d been in this country not even a week. The future was sure to hold only worse for you. The ship’s captain had said to meet him at the city gates once you concluded your shopping trip. Another benefit of joining the man was that he’d informed you that you would not need to purchase your own food and water. He’d supply that with his own gold. That was perfect, you thought. That meant you’d have more spending funds for something fun.
The Solis markets are packed to the brim with people. Stalls line each side of the street, with peddlers hawking their goods, many of which you’d never seen before. One shopkeeper seemed to be trying to sell some sort of strange, bipedal furry animal that was trapped inside a cage. Another was cooking a sort of spiced meat that smelled absolutely delectable. You’d have thought that given your status as a foreign noble, the merchants would be lining up to try and sell you something. Instead though, you and your party are treated to the usual wide berth you’d enjoyed whenever you walked the streets. Suspicious eyes and glances follow you, only to shy away when you turn in their direction.
>“These people really don’t like foreigners, huh?” You muse aloud.“Not particularly.” Cassius says. “Though by now, they’d have heard about what you did to Gideon and Nestor. There’s a good chance this sort of coldness does not come simply from xenophobia, but from fear you may lash out at them next.”
>“Heh, as long as they don’t get in my way, they won’t have anything to worry about.” You say, before turning to a passerby carrying a large basket of fruit atop his head. “Isn’t that right?”The man screams shrilly, dropping his haul to the ground and scrambling away.
“Boss!” May shouts, running up to you. You’d sent her ahead to find someone to sell the Red Gem to, and judging by the loud jangling you heard with each step she took, her mission had been a success. “Quit fooling around! I found a shop that has everything you might need!”
