Elias
Elias chuckled wryly and led the way towards the port. "I've gemstones, furniture, clothing, all sorts of finery." He never looked at the items someone had until he knew they were prepared to buy something from him; best not to raise his own hopes, or theirs. Sometimes people brought the most worthless stuff to trade with, after all.
The port was busy, bustling with people, and he had very little trouble shoving his way past, doing so in a manner that was both polite, but also letting others know he was busy and late. Though he was neither of those things, really.
The stall was manned by a young boy, just as dark-haired as Elias; and it was easy to assume the boy was his child. "Just lemme know if you see anything," he stated, taking a seat behind the stall. The best things were out of sight; and likely the stranger wouldn't know to ask for them, but he didn't just bring those out for anyone.
The port was busy, bustling with people, and he had very little trouble shoving his way past, doing so in a manner that was both polite, but also letting others know he was busy and late. Though he was neither of those things, really.
The stall was manned by a young boy, just as dark-haired as Elias; and it was easy to assume the boy was his child. "Just lemme know if you see anything," he stated, taking a seat behind the stall. The best things were out of sight; and likely the stranger wouldn't know to ask for them, but he didn't just bring those out for anyone.
I'm back on dry land once again,
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain,
We're all hunting honey with money to burn,
Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned.
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain,
We're all hunting honey with money to burn,
Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned.
