Elias
The thing about being a merchant was that you met all sorts of people. The thing with being a fence was... you saw the same faces, over and over again with new wares to trade. Zephyr was one such face, and he always looked forward to the day that the man came on land and set out to trade with him. He kept a stock of goods just for such a time, as well.
Only the best, as it were. "Evening," he called, rising from the seat he had taken on a crate. "How can I help you today? Selling or buying?" He leaned forward on the stall, where various fabrics and other legal items were displayed. Nothing too terribly pricy, he'd never put the expensive stuff where it could be stolen, and certainly nothing illegal.
Zephyr
Only the best, as it were. "Evening," he called, rising from the seat he had taken on a crate. "How can I help you today? Selling or buying?" He leaned forward on the stall, where various fabrics and other legal items were displayed. Nothing too terribly pricy, he'd never put the expensive stuff where it could be stolen, and certainly nothing illegal.
Zephyr
My feet feel so weary,
The miles feel so weary,
Without you by my side,
So I'll pick this purple flower,
For the day we reunite.
The miles feel so weary,
Without you by my side,
So I'll pick this purple flower,
For the day we reunite.
