Laden with furs, leathers and a simple basket filled to the brim with wares Are had set to making good of all the promises he'd lived on for the last weeks. The settlement had been a breeze to slowly dole out his wares to, immediate neighbors popping by now and then to make small talk and exchange what they had for what they needed. Say what you want about finicky and finger-breaking work, but it at least kept him busy and fed. His head had slowly been improving as well. Leaving him less and less bothered by sudden vertigo and explosions of lights and color, but the gaps still persisted. Spots in his mind where things where left shrouded in mist.
It was all in a day's work though. A burden to bear for the cobbler but one he gladly accepted as long as he could make some more headway. Keeping the worries out of his head and filling the void with shoes and more worldly bothers. Like how in the nine worlds he was supposed to have all he carried delivered before sundown.
With a creak of leather and a groan he sat himself down in a narrow alleyway and uncorked his water skin, a few deep gulps chasing away the fire in his throat.
"Heill?" he shouted down the alley, thinking for a moment he'd heard someone shuffle in the deep shadows between the wilting buildings.
It was all in a day's work though. A burden to bear for the cobbler but one he gladly accepted as long as he could make some more headway. Keeping the worries out of his head and filling the void with shoes and more worldly bothers. Like how in the nine worlds he was supposed to have all he carried delivered before sundown.
With a creak of leather and a groan he sat himself down in a narrow alleyway and uncorked his water skin, a few deep gulps chasing away the fire in his throat.
"Heill?" he shouted down the alley, thinking for a moment he'd heard someone shuffle in the deep shadows between the wilting buildings.
[Killian]
