A merman swam slowly along the port market, considering the goods laid out nearest the canal. His long steel grey hair was pulled back in a long, elegant tail and held out of his eyes by a silver circlet with a single green gem inset in the center that matched his eyes. Dark brown skin was criss-crossed by a number of old scars that had been tattooed over in gold and faded into an even darker scaled tail below the waist. He wore a simple harness with several pouches attached, and a trident was slung across his back along with a large waterproof map tube.
The fact that the trident's tines were made of starlight might have given his identity away, but in the time-honored tradition of Torchline there weren't many who gave him much deference, though some nodded greetings to the muscular Mer.
He paused in his search, eyes narrowing as he spotted a merchant with a stall a short distance away... close enough to see, but not quite close enough for Hadama to peruse the wares of the chandler from the limits of the canal.
Open!
The fact that the trident's tines were made of starlight might have given his identity away, but in the time-honored tradition of Torchline there weren't many who gave him much deference, though some nodded greetings to the muscular Mer.
He paused in his search, eyes narrowing as he spotted a merchant with a stall a short distance away... close enough to see, but not quite close enough for Hadama to peruse the wares of the chandler from the limits of the canal.
Open!
