Re: Town Square
Tegan had noted the clouds or fog bank that seemed to be situated over Tideswallow before he reached the city's wall, and briefly wondered whether that was some sort of an omen. After a moment's thought, he pushed that thought aside, reasoning that it was likely just some sea-fog that had rolled in off of the harbor. ~Could be worse,~ he thought to himself. ~I'll take a little fog over slogging through the rain any day.~
He thought back to the previous day's travel, when he marched along on a perfect fall day, under a cloudless sky of cerulean blue. He remembered that word specifically, having complimented a lady wearing a dress of that shade shortly before leaving Saltspire. "Begging your pardon, milady, but I could not help but notice how stunning you look in that shade of blue," he had said, sketching a bow.
"Cerulean," she clarified, flashing him a dazzling smile. "And it matches your eyes quite nicely also, good sir."
Not long after that he had bought a tabard to wear over his armor -- it did not match the shade of the lady's dress precisely, but 'twas close. Sadly, he did not see the woman again before leaving Saltspire, so he could not show off his new purchase and flatter her as being the inspiration for it.
As he neared the city gate on the road from Scarborough-at-the-Crossroads, Tegan noted that foot-traffic was passing freely into and out of the city, but that surprisingly enough -- to him, at least -- he did not see any City Guards posted there. ~Could be that the big Imperial encampment a short ways back up the road has something to do with Tideswallow's easy-breezy attitude about manning the gates,~ he thought to himself.
Once he passed through the gate, Tegan did see some Guards walking the ramparts on the wall above him, but they did not seem especially interested in the foot traffic down below them.
Perhaps ten or fifteen paces inside the gate, a young street urchin took his ease in the shade, leaning back against a large stack of wooden crates. The youngster looked Tegan up and down, then quickly pushed himself away from his resting-place and glided over to the Half-Elf.
"G'day to ye, sir. Can I int'rest ye in a brand-spankin' new map of our fine city? Guaranteed accurate, sir!"
Tegan smiled. "And how much coin will I need to part with in order to gain ownership of this wondrous map, hmmmm?"
"Why, only one thin Silver Dragon, sir! 'Tis a bargain at five times the price, truly! Only one left -- ye'd best act quickly, sir, lest ye be left wanderin' 'round in the fog, not knowin' yer bleedin' way."
The fact that the urchin was asking a silver piece for the map told Tegan that it was most likely worth about a copper -- if that -- and for a moment he considered bargaining the lad down, just to keep in practice. But he decided soon enough that a silver was worth a lot more to this youngster than it was to him. ~And so what if he thinks me an easy mark? Let him feel good about duping me.~
Seeing Tegan hesitate, the urchin quickly added "It was drawed by the master map-maker, ummm . . . Ink-Spot Drawsalot, sir. Ye won't find a map this good nowhere else in the city, believe you me!"
With a chuckle, Tegan pulled a silver piece out of his belt-pouch and flipped it to the urchin, who, showing surprising dexterity, grabbed it out of the air and took off running.
"Hoi!! My map!" shouted Tegan. It was one thing to overpay for the map, but 'twas something else again to receive naught at all for his coin. But by now the fleet-footed youngster was long gone, having disappeared around a corner after holding up a hand and flashing a rude gesture in the Half-Elf's direction.
Tegan couldn't help but chuckle again, this time at himself. ~Welcome to Tideswallow, rube. Anyone watching that would think me a right and proper hayseed, just in from the countryside.~
In all truth, Tegan did not really know where he should go, now that he had reached the city. Since before leaving Saltspire, he had been having various vague feelings, dreams, and visions that had all been hinting that he should come to this place, and should seek someone out. But all of the various hints had always ended before the identity of that someone had been revealed to him.
Tegan turned in a circle and glanced at the nearby buildings, but did not glean any hints from having done so. ~Might as well head for the Town Square,~ he decided. ~If this place is anything like Saltspire, there should be some job boards there, with town criers wandering through, along and along. Mayhap I will find something there that will help me find whatever -- whoever -- I am supposed to be looking for.~
And soon enough, after asking directions three or four times and taking a few wrong turns, Tegan found himself in what the locals called the "Town Square District" . . .
OOC: Subject to the DM's approval, I will write Tegan's spoken words in blue, and his unspoken thoughts in gray and italics. His thoughts are bracketed by tildes (~) instead of the quotation marks that are used for his spoken words.