Commerce
All the hurt and pain of Mytros is gilded.
The great agora is full of many wild and wonderful things. Braz had never seen such marbles and the incense billowing from tents and shops. The pungent air with spices and oils really was something to take over all the senses. Braz’s sensitive nose was as lost as any labyrinth.
The great wonders of Zorin's Concoctions and the musk from the Menagerie mixed with the scent of food and wine.
Calliope was showing her mastery of an age-old game, winning favour and potions whilst a smile began to creep across her face. Through his short time with her, and the things they had seen as a party, Braz knew it would soon leave; but he enjoyed it in this moment nonetheless.
Theo appeared to be struggling to show the influence he once had in the city and his interaction with the collector was not as profitable as either would have hoped - but there was always the next time.
The smell of the market faded and was replaced by resplendent flowers and the sweet acrid stench of body odour as Villas the Fat graced the party with his renowned wit and charm. Braz was surprised that the wisest man in Mytros appeared to not seek the wisdom of others or recognise the need to be surrounded by friends. But Braz was wise enough to know that he could be wrong and perhaps this is what real wisdom looks like - though if it is Braz wasn't sure he wanted it.
As the sun began to set, the lightness of the day turned to the darkness of the task ahead and plans began to be made for the coming conflict with the slavers of Mytros. Braz hoped that tomorrow morning the scent that was on the morning breeze would be that of freedom.