Post by Martin on Jan 20, 2011 14:52:09 GMT -5
Martin had spent the previous weeks trudging through muck and traversing harsh terrain from an outlying village to the city of Avaren. He'd been hired to protect a shipment of grains, vegetables and meats into the city proper. This was not the most lucrative line of work, but while he was stuck in that village it was the only thing that came up and he didn't want to be run out by bouncing on a tab again. So the dark-haired man braved abysmal conditions, which would've been lessened had he his own horse, and luckily the caravan made it to Avaren's gates without even seeing a bandit lurking in the underbrush.
The merchants were used to the sight of the capital, but Martin had only heard of this place through tales and the mere sight of it was astounding. He never thought that so many people lived in on place, but from the entrance of the city he could see swarms of people moving about their daily business. From ladies with their fine, linen gowns to guards marching down the square in brilliant armor: everything seemed so foreign to him. Martin was simply used to about 50 people living in a village but this place must've held hundreds, maybe even thousands of individuals!
A hand clapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his daze, and he saw one of the older merchants thrust a pouch into his left hand. Anxious to see how much he had earned, the weathered man tore open the drawstrings...only to find a mere 15 pieces of gold. Served him right for taking a job without settling on the fee beforehand, but this would at least be enough to get a roof over his head and food in his belly for the next few days.
Hefting the wooden shield that he carried on his back, Martin took his first steps into the city of Avaren and braced himself to enter the thronging crowd.
The merchants were used to the sight of the capital, but Martin had only heard of this place through tales and the mere sight of it was astounding. He never thought that so many people lived in on place, but from the entrance of the city he could see swarms of people moving about their daily business. From ladies with their fine, linen gowns to guards marching down the square in brilliant armor: everything seemed so foreign to him. Martin was simply used to about 50 people living in a village but this place must've held hundreds, maybe even thousands of individuals!
A hand clapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his daze, and he saw one of the older merchants thrust a pouch into his left hand. Anxious to see how much he had earned, the weathered man tore open the drawstrings...only to find a mere 15 pieces of gold. Served him right for taking a job without settling on the fee beforehand, but this would at least be enough to get a roof over his head and food in his belly for the next few days.
Hefting the wooden shield that he carried on his back, Martin took his first steps into the city of Avaren and braced himself to enter the thronging crowd.
