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Tukyere was not a place Raemos was entirely comfortable with. He didn't like hybrids, especially Oblivionite hybrids. They reminded him that his traits - his lack of eyes, his dark skin and hair, and his lack of wings - were not just a fluke. They had other traits as well, brought from their nonoblivionite parent, as well, but they only served to highlight what Raemos did have in common, the traits that made him not-an-orderite. He knew he could probably go about undisguised - his goggles and wrap garnered him even stranger looks in a city where the dirty little secrets of fullbloods could be put on display and accepted. What did he have to hide, he knew they wondered, in a place like this? But he was here, walking its streets, alone. Rae had been taking on more things alone lately, trying to show his parents that he could do things without their supervision and guidance. He had volunteered to go to the Tukyere market and sell their meat. His parents - even Sonia - were not entirely comfortable in Tukyere as full-blooded orderites, so they hadn't fought him about it as much. He had arrived the day before and sold off his meat, and now he had some money to buy supplies in its market.
And he loved the Tukyere market.

Going to the Wounded Gatherer

Raemos was slightly overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds and smells. It was a good kind of overwhelmed, the sort that he didn't mind having. He purchased things here and there, various useful items, interesting small trinkets, and - of course - basic supplies for surivinv in a ranch in the middle of the desert - the sort of things he could bring back to his family.

One stall in particular caught Raemos's gaze, the shine of the metal bars piercing the vague haze that his goggles put over everything. He walked up, investigating, turning the metal bars over in his hand, his mind churning. He had been planning - for some time now - to give crafting a try. He hadn't come up with any specific ideas as of yet, but those metal bars could be put up to a variety of uses.

There were many kinds of metal represented here, and he wondered what he should get to experiment with. He asked the price, bracing himself for the inevitably high price of the canny trader. It certainly was high - high enough that he would have to limit his purchase to two bars. "I'll take these." he said, holding up the cheapest bars. He haggled the merchant down as far as they would go and left, the metal jangling in his pocket as his money jangled in the merchant's hands. He tried to hide his wince. That had been an awful lot of the money from the meat, right there. He would have to be careful, or else his father would be upset with him again for overspending...

Going to Tattooed hunter

Raemos was wondering if he shouldn't save some money to go see the famous Tukyere tree when the merchant waved him over. Interested, Raemos complied. He was, after all, here to shop, not to sightsee.

"You, boy. You look like a discerning customer." said the man beckoning him over. He was an Orderite/oblivionite hybrid, his heritage plain from his hollow sockets and glowing soul orbs, and the familiar orderite tattoos among the many that graced his torso. Raemos shifted uncomfortably and looked away from the man's sockets... they were too much like his own. "Now, my wife and me, we have a dispute over whose wares people want more. She weaves cloth, and I tan hides." he set out a bolt of hide and a bolt of cloth and set them next to each other. "Now, see, here's what you need to do. Pick one and buy the one you want. That'll settle things, right dear?" he called back into the stall. An orderite woman looked up from her weaving and smiled. "Yes. I think it would. He's random enough to make a decision, I think." she looked Raemos over and smiled, "Well, dear, which would you want?" Raemos, surprised and intrigued at the game, took a look at the hide and the cloth. Both were useful in their own ways, but the cloth was very plain, while the leather hide had an interesting color to it... He hesitated.
"Is this a trick?" he asked amiably, "to get me to buy your wares? Not that they aren't fine wares..." The merchant laughed.
"Sort of!" he said, "But I'll discount you."
Raemos frowned. "Well, I'd buy both. My sister is a tailor, you see, and would love some of that." he gestured to the cloth, "But I think my father would appreciate some leather..." he thought for a moment, "If I were to come by here later on..." he asked thoughtfully, "With some raw sheron and kugel hides... would I be able to sell them to you to tan?" the hides were well tanned and of good quality and Raemos wanted to see if he could try suggesting something on his own too. Raemos' had a good feeling about this man and the idea that was cooking in his head. It would, after all, be nice to have a consistent buyer for their hides, someone who could help them turn a profit... And why not this man? His wife, at least, seemed trustworthy.

"Sure!" said the hunter, "Be a bit easier than hunting down the beasts, why? You a rancher, boy?"
"Yes. In the desert, not too far from here." the man clapped.
"Well, then! You hear that, love? I might have me a source of good domestic hides." he reached out a hand. Raemos raised his hands in the typical surrender sign.
"I need to ask my father first..." he looked back at the wares. "But, to remind me, I'll take one of the leathers..." he made the transaction, noting the low price.
"There, with your discount." said the hunter, handing Rae two leather hides, "Half off, so i gave you two. So you'll remember old Ondin when you drop by next time. I need more business, see, and your idea might help us both. Stop by and let us know what your pa says..."
His wife sighed. "Lets hope he says yes." she tapped her husbands arm, "In the meantime, I say that doesn't count. Find another customer." they all laughed and Raemos moved on, waving back at them. He'd have to find them again, definitely.

To the tall jeweler