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He looks… slovenly. Some of his hair are bound together while other bits waywardly curl up. Shadows are present under his eyes, the which do not seem as open as before. Blemishes - dark red in nature - are also present, most clearly on the leg which wears a loose hose. I am certain his clothes were from yesterday, excepting his hat.
Near a wall plastered with broadsides is where Aeg stands, currently flipping through a note - the contents of which I am not quite tall enough to see.
“Uh. Heya.” Wearily the giant acknowledges me as I approach.
“Mhm. Hey. You free? We need to talk. Soon. Work stuff.” After speaking, I also take up residence near the wall of advertisements.
“Ah, yeah, sure. I’m-”
“Yes. We could talk. I- I’m just a little tired right now. Yesterday was—” Aeg takes a moment to exhale before continuing. “Tiresome.” He opens the bulging poke on his belt and stuffs down the note- a crudely drawn map of the market district.
“Do you have an eating place in mind? Coffee-house?” Aeg must be terribly famished with how faintly he is speaking.
Our conversation continues in the slaughterers’ side of the district, after a hearty meal of roasted duck and rice.
“… five of them shits backed up on me the - very - moment I took my eyes off the table: snatched my hat, my whole everything!” Aeg rants about wayward followers of theater troupes. Supporters of different performers - “idols” as they are called - seem to harbor a strong dislike towards each other. Amongst the most extreme folk, even dressing in the colors of an idol they oppose is enough to warrant a quarrel. Aeg’s black and red colors, and the many crimson roses which adorned his hat must have sent a vivid picture.
“One whole week I ordered in advance and waited for that poster and they ripped it out of my hands…”
“And my hat! They don’t have the remotest idea how much goes into it: finding the right roses, preserving them in wax, pinning it…”
“Agh.”
“Fuckin’ ticks. Just when I was about to get home, too.” Aeg sighs in exasperation after venting about yesterday’s issues.
“Yeah. I understand it.”
“But that was damned dangerous: what if that pack of goblins had a giant or two with them? You running around the whole town like that - you won’t be in a fighting state should they decide to stand their ground.” While I do understand that his belongings - especially his hat - is dear to him, I reprimand such a reckless act. Spending the nightly hours chasing after a group, alone? That’s not going to end well. He got lucky that sleep deprivation and minor bruises were the only things he received.
