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Clicking your tongue at your available options, you shoot Tzah-Tzie a sidelong glance and get a reassuring grin for your trouble. Cool as this all is, you’ll probably get a lot more information from the locals… and what better place to find locals than…
Actually, you blink as if remembering something important, are there any taverns nearby?
“Oho, THAT’S my Anton right there!” Volka exclaims, her sudden, bellowing laugh nearly causing the cart to rumble! “Drink-O-Clock!”
The spectral city map flickers a bit at your question. <span class="mu-b">”There are a number of fine establishments here in Umberal–being the Ruuppaa Capitol of Zoral, it would be difficult NOT to find a tavern! I happen to recall frequenting THE BUSTED CASK quite oft-”</span>
A metallic <span class="mu-s">SHRIEK</span> pierces your room as the map display flickers in and out like a strobe light at a rave! Before you or your flummoxed friends can say anything, the din ends as quickly as it began!
<span class="mu-b">”Was there anything else I could assist you with?”</span>
Taking a moment to exchange a quiet and rather concerned glance, you move on to a hopefully safer topic… you’re not sure if this incorporeal concierge can punch you, but you move a little further away just in case. Erm, the <span class="mu-s">NIGHT MARKET</span>, you stammer… what’s that?
“Ooh! I’ve been th-”
The Spinner is swiftly shushed by the Teksoul’s soothing, yet stern tone!
<span class="mu-b">”THE NIGHT MARKET is a historic street in Northern Umberal named for its historic relevance: working late into the evening on Ruuppaa plantations, many workers were unable to make it to market in time before it closed.”</span>
“Used to be a big issue, apparently.” Tzah-Tzie remarks with a reverent expression. “Always been some friction between the plantation owners and vineyard workers. Doubt it’s gotten much better since I left…”
<span class="mu-b">”Seeing this issue as an opportunity, a group of enterprising merchants formed THE NIGHT MARKET!”</span> Chirps the Teksoul as if remembering a fond memory. <span class="mu-b">”When the day merchants departed, they merely set up in their stead! Humble beginnings to be sure… but today the street is one of Umberal’s busiest tourist attractions and home to nearly everything and ANYTHING you wish to purchase! ”</span>
The concierge’s ‘eyes’ darken.
<span class="mu-b">”Please note that THE NIGHT MARKET and its vendors do not, and will not deal in any commodity or trade deemed illegal according to Umberal’s laws. Slaves, narcotics, organs, historical relics, and unlawfully-recorded Speakstones are just a few examples of illegal commodities. Please shop responsibly!”
“We went there a few times… as a family.” Adds TT, her lime-green eyes going a little darker as she reminisces. “Stalls are <span class="mu-i">stacked</span> now–used to be you’d levitate to the ones you wanted, but that got a lot of flack-”
Levitate? What, can everyone do that in Umberal or something? The Durher shrugs.
>CONTD.</span>
