Half way The Fading, somewhere in Marsember...
The old market was bustling, and full of local colour, as always. All the way from the stairs down the place, merchants shouted next to their stands about certain sales and their products, mainly spices and other food additives.
Lenan of the Six Coffers Market Priakos peered from under a hood of woven silk, rubbing the back of his left hand. He was observing a merchant featuring a strange swirly hat and a tanned tunic across the street, thoughtful as customers between them swept from shop to shop, bargaining to their full potential buying products very specific to Marsember's trade.
He was so focussed on his observations that he barely noticed the peasant who had stopped in front of his shop. Well, not barely noticed, he barely gave such attention as peasants usually never bought large quantities. He perked up his ears when the merchant across the street shouted his reply to his current customer.
"These will make a fine feast for your union, sir!!" The man grinned at his customer laden with wine, spicy cheese, grapes and a specialty bread. And then the merchant looked over in Lenan's direction, and when he noticed Lenan was observing him, his grin broadened and he winked.
Lenan grumbled something under his beard, but before he could give it all further thought, he sensed that the hooded peasant was still there, and he sensed eyes on him. The merchant sighed and turned to his potential customer, only to notice he was rather petite.
"Greetings, how may I help you?"
"Hello, Lenan... golden day to you." the peasant whispered, casting a furtive glance to the left and right.
Lenan's heavy brows shot up more than an inch, but he quickly regained his composure, managing to look bored as he mumbled back, but with surprise in his voice.
"Moire...? Is that really you?"