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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 18, 2016 4:23:13 GMT -6
A few times a year, Semi-stationed merchants travel to other places such as Valor to sell their goods.
This time Soriano has come all the way from War-Forged to be able to sell his stuff to the Aodhian people.
And its Alarik's turn to show him about and to make sure he gets what he needs.
Lets see how this unfolds...
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Jan 18, 2016 8:10:11 GMT -6
Soriano trotted into Valore, marveling at the sights. It was always a pleasure for the dark stallion to make his way to Aodh's home. He checked his bags again to make sure he still had the shells from Taloi and the gems from Brien and the mountains. He had been lucky enough to get to the marvelous city without incident. Soriano looked around again. The stout stallion usually stayed on the outskirts of the city to sell his wares, but this summer he fe!t like visiting the merchant district.
After getting directions to where the merchants called home, the Glided Bridge, Soriano's breath was stolen. There was just so much to take in, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. The liver chestnut just hoped that his stock of wares would be enough to please the Aodhians he saw. He picked up a hoof as a few foals sent running by, shouting something g that Soriano had no clue about. He blinked his organs eyes, trying to get a grip on the world he was looking at. He took a deep breath and shook out his mane, he started walking down the bridge, looking at all the different vendors. Soriano stopped at some, and asked the shope-keep is he was looking for anything to add to his stock of supplies to make his wares. He was shot down BH plenty, so he started trying to sell his own wares, but it didn't seem to be going the greatest.
Soriano sat down at the other end of the bridge from where he had begun. He had no clue what to do with so many horses around, with no more reason than to purchase a new bridle. He shook out his mane again and tried to focus on the task at hand, but his hooves felt so heavy that he just didn't want to go anymore. The dark stallion grumbled to himself, not enjoying the bustle of the city one bit.
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