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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:29 am
The Market is the center of commerce in Angel Capital. The streets here are lined with the stalls and booths of merchants of all kinds.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 12:03 pm
It was mid-afternoon in the marketplace, and the bustling crowd had only begun to wane. The scents of various herbs, spices, potions, and foods wafted and mingled in the air, creating a scent unique to the place. Accents of different peoples merged with the cries of the venders into a sound that had an almost soothing effect. Stalls could be found to sell nearly anything a person would want to buy, and just about anything they didn't as well.
Walking down one of the many streets, Dasika seemed to roam aimlessly, looking at the contents of any stall that caught her eye, and lingering only as long as she had questions to ask. She had returned on a whim, having been away for so long that quite a few of the merchants had changed their wares, leading to many new and interesting finds. But because she liked to travel light, there was little chance that she would actually buy anything, to the slight and reserved annoyance of several vendors.
Quite a while later, when the sun was making it's journey to the other side of the world, the dark angel retired one of the many inns to arrange for a place to stay for the night, as well as aquire her dinner, which she was enjoying at a table near the door. In the spirit of the multi-task, she had pulled out a book, one that she could not resist buying, and was reading offhandedly.
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