He looks over the other stalls, glancing at everything.
The mix of smells starts making him hungry.
He hops off the merman's shoulder and glides over to the alley, hoping the thing he saw was an animal he could make a meal of.
He lands on a wall on the inside of the alley, standing on it sideways, looking around and sniffing.
when you get close, your blindsense and dark vision kick in, and you see a human, wearing a long overcoat, slacking around in the ally. He looks up at you, with eyes that give you an impression of someone sizing up a mark- even more hostile then the man at the other stall. After a moment, he relaxes a bit. And turns to look out at the street for a brief moment.
"Quite the eye there, growly."
he smells.... Horrid. Beyond horrid. It seems reminiscent of toxin, but it doesn't take long for it to become completely foul, with the sheer strength of the smell overwhelming.
"I was just thinking of turning in for the day."
"Sorry. I thought you might be food. You're too big to be food, though.
Why are you going to sleep? It's not even noon yet..."
He shudders slightly, staying at the edge of the alley, stuck to the wall 10 or so feet up.
He doesn't find it odd that people know who he is at this point.
"The night suits me better."
he seems calm, as if talking to a normal person. he stands in places hard to see from the market the whole time.
"I'll give my client another Hour, then go to bed."
The snake man looks at the silk, running his hands through it "this is indeed a fine material, and perhaps if you are still in the market when we return from our trip I mite have a robe tailored, as is I have different demands on my budget and I should probably go follow my little friend, have a good day," he says nodding before following after the dragon.
the drow says before you leave-
"I come up once a month or so, at best. But I do stop by at least once a year, so if you keep your eyes open, you can find me."
the man softly mumurs something as Marko shows up. Marko, unlike growly, doesn't smell anything at all.
"That's fine, thank you."
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"Hello there, growly, who's your friend here?"
"Okay then. I'll let you get back to that, I guess."
He hops down and glides back to Marco's shoulder as he shows up.
"I dunno. He's waiting for someone."
He says as he lands.
Upon purchasing the troll kits, he sat down and opened one to see what was in it, then opens the others to make sure they match. meanwhile his companions have moved on without him...
When he's done, he re-packages each kit, nods to the store keep, and turns, looking for those he arrived with.
He walks up and observes, trying to figure out what is going on, if anything...
growly is with Marco again, telling him how someone is waiting for someone.
"Who are you talking about? Is Marco waiting for someone?"
"Other than you, no."
He grins.
"There's a smelly guy at the end of the alley waiting for someone. I thought he was food."
He sniffs the air, thankfully a short ways away from the man now.
"Let's check out the next place. Maybe this guy will be nicer."
Marco glances at the tables manned by the the zombie, dwarf and Ted esque person and tries to determine what kind of items they had.
the zombie seems to be displaying gems and jewelry. The dwarf is doing some smithing work. With how he's set up, he might be a new permenent resident.
the gender-ambiguous human has a veriatry of random things in pots outside the tent, from common cookware, to oversized blades. Rugs, a few peices of jewelry, what seem to be magical staffs, scrolls stuffed in a box... S/he has a lot of stuff.
Marco goes to the human with the larger variety of equipment to see what's available.
the human looks up at you.
"Well, hello. What are you looking for today?"
"Not quite sure, Me and my friends have been sent to fight some trolls and today had been set aside for shopping, I have what I need so any further shopping is at least part for fun"
" well, if you're here to window shop, you'll be here for hours. I've got, and buy, nearly anything."
The mer smiles "window shopping is mostly what I'm here for, but if I see something I like, I do have a decent amount of coin" he says lifting his coin pouch showing it had over a thousand coins in it
" yeah, that's fine. Don't worry if you don't buy anything, I'm in no rush. These berrals are all full of cheap odds and ends. I keep the rare stuff in my tent back there, and only fetch them if people ask."
Growly looks at the zombie and its jewelry, but figures they'll get there eventually.
He looks over the things the human person has.
Marco can feel and hear a purring sound on his shoulder when he displays the bag of coins.
Marco looks over the equipment, amused by some of the baubles surprised by some of the others, but after a few minutes he goes back to the shopkeeper and asks to see the the wares the stand had to offer.
"You looked at most of them. Aside from the magic ones in the tent. Ask for some,thing magic, and I'll see if I have it, but no-one's allowed in the tent."
Growly jumps into one of the barrels and after digging around for a moment comes up with a tambourine in his mouth.
"Hw muff fer iss?"
"Perfectly understandable," he says shrugging, before looking at the empty stall, curious.
"A few copper peices."
the stall is covered in strange stones, each labeled with a price, and a box that says "pay here." There turns out to actually be a man there, but he's mediating on the ground behind the stall. There's also a box full of these stones, unlabeled, in front of a piece of paper with the word "inquire" on it.
"Um hello? It says to inquire, what are these things?" The merfolk says, amused.
the man does not respond.
"To whom am I to inquire?" He asks.
the man continues to be useless.
Marco picks up one of the stones at random and mutters at it "what do you do" if nothing happens skoffs and moves off and looks at one of the other stalls.
He takes a few of his coins out.
"Fife?"
He offers them.
"Done."
Marco feels a light tugging on his hand, coming from the stone.
After handing the coins over, Growly hops up onto the rim of the barrel.
He holds the tambourine in his front paws and balances himself on he barrel's edge with his wings.
"Do you have any old wands that have been emptied out?"
"Well that's interesting" he mutters, as his eyes glow from the power he manafests not resisting where the stone wants to go but not lettin go either
After handing the coins over, Growly hops up onto the rim of the barrel.
He holds the tambourine in his front paws and balances himself on he barrel's edge with his wings.
"Do you have any old wands that have been emptied out?"
Maybe. I can check.
Curious, Marco opens his hand palm facing up
it stars to float around your head, leaving a small trail of sparks wherever it goes.
Marco guffaws before calling out to growly "hey growly, come look at this"
"That's ok. I can wait."
He taps out a chicka-chicka chack on the tambourine while he waits.
rummages through some old things.
"Not worth much. It's nothing more then a stick,really. A copper piece."
He hands another piece over.
"If you get more, I'll take care of them. They taste good."
He chews on the end of it as he takes off, gliding back over to Marco.
"Thank you!"
He calls back to the shop owner.
He lands on Marco's shoulder.
"Hi."
