The mermanta - steely-haired, dark-skinned-and-scaled - had finished his hot chocolate and began to explore the market - or at least, as much as he could of it. He had seen the slowly mechanism in the distance, and watched the coral-headed animals pulling the boats that skimmed over frozen water with interest but now he was focused on perusing the collection of trinkets, treasures, souvenirs, and food on display.
Or at least, those stalls selling things closest to the shore.
The cold waterfront had its share of vendors of all varieties, but the burgeoning bon vivant was particularly interested in the smells of warm and toasty finger foods that drifted over the water. Unfortunately, the stall he had his eye on was a little farther from the water than he could easily reach.
"Excuse me," he rumbled hopefully, looking around for a passing drylander who might be of assistance.
Or at least, those stalls selling things closest to the shore.
The cold waterfront had its share of vendors of all varieties, but the burgeoning bon vivant was particularly interested in the smells of warm and toasty finger foods that drifted over the water. Unfortunately, the stall he had his eye on was a little farther from the water than he could easily reach.
"Excuse me," he rumbled hopefully, looking around for a passing drylander who might be of assistance.
