Thesk: A Kid for Napping
The midday meal came before the group was really ready for it; they had barely finished telling each other their tales of the night before, and voiced their basic plans for approaching the merchant's shop, when the noon crowd began to arrive.
Seeing that they weren't going to get much more accomplished in the way of private discussion, the five excused themselves from their table and headed to the door. One of the serving girls had it swept off and ready for the next patrons before Narvil reached the door.
Outside, Phent was in full swing, for a weekday. Wagons rolled past in both directions, some laden with goods for market, or for parts further along the Golden Way. Children played with sticks, dogs barked, people talked, and yelled, and cursed. A lone chicken ran loose through the scene, clucking and dodging the hooves of the horses that paid it no mind.
Looking at each other again in the sunlight, the party blinks and wonders: are they going to hire on to this mysterious merchant and help him collect his as-yet unknown prize, or investigate him and his business based on the shroud of secrecy that is wrapped so tightly about him?