"That's fine, a story will do as payment if nothing else will serve." He turned from the weary looking wanderer to pour an ale for him and himself, before handing it to him and sitting down on his stool behind the bar, facing him. His russet hair fell in front of his face, and his eyes glowed slightly, as they usually did in the presence of one with magic.
Laika wandered through the familiar streets of Kingston, looking up at the multiple colleges that towered above the streets. She directed herself towards the bustling market. Her first stop was usually the fresh produce stall, but at this moment in time, it seemed to be shut. An old lady from the stall over watched her approach it, then called out to her,
"It's closed, dear." 'I can see that.' She thought to herself before turning to the woman.
"What happened? It's definitely market day, isn't it?"
She nodded, her silvery grey hair reflecting the sunlight.
"Aye, but the little village that they get their trade from hasn't sent anything out for months. They ran out of stock last week." Laika pondered this for a few moments before replying, "is it anything like that village in the mountains? You know, the one that trades the yak wool?" The old lady nodded, eyes alight with gossip, but before she could continue, Laika turned away, saying quickly, "I've got to go." She shifted into her dire wolf form and bounded off towards the forest. Most of the stalls she visited got their produce from the little villages on the outskirts of the mountains, Kingston having no real commodities except their schools and magic. She would find nothing to buy here.
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Laika wandered through the familiar streets of Kingston, looking up at the multiple colleges that towered above the streets. She directed herself towards the bustling market. Her first stop was usually the fresh produce stall, but at this moment in time, it seemed to be shut. An old lady from the stall over watched her approach it, then called out to her,
"It's closed, dear." 'I can see that.' She thought to herself before turning to the woman.
"What happened? It's definitely market day, isn't it?"
She nodded, her silvery grey hair reflecting the sunlight.
"Aye, but the little village that they get their trade from hasn't sent anything out for months. They ran out of stock last week." Laika pondered this for a few moments before replying, "is it anything like that village in the mountains? You know, the one that trades the yak wool?" The old lady nodded, eyes alight with gossip, but before she could continue, Laika turned away, saying quickly, "I've got to go." She shifted into her dire wolf form and bounded off towards the forest. Most of the stalls she visited got their produce from the little villages on the outskirts of the mountains, Kingston having no real commodities except their schools and magic. She would find nothing to buy here.
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