Alliria: The Outer District, Night Market
Blue stone and orange flame as far as the eye could see, and a sky grey with smoke and with hardly a star. It had been some days now since Hector had arrived in the great city. Days under Syr Marta's guidance. Following whatever leads they could.
But there was little more than dark rings 'neath the eyes, and tired bones to show for it. That, and hair that had grown unkempt, and the starting of a patchy beard, he didn't care for.
Startin to look like a proper Knight, Half Ear. Marta had said teasingly.
He laughed it off now. Realized it wasn't the beard she was talking about.
A bump from a passerby knocked him out of his thoughts.
"Watch where ya'r goin, you knife eared cooze," the broad chested man grumbled, and kept walking.
Hector narrowed his eyes, and adjusted his cloak. Hands checked the coin purse tied to his belt, felt for his sword and knife. Everything was in place. Least, felt like it was. He kept walking.
It was a hot pie stand that caught his attention, the smoke trails from the small oven's chimney smelled awfully good. "What do you have?"
The pie maker, face coated with a greasy sheen that had the lantern lights dance orange and shadows across. "Pigeon and eels,"
Pidgeon and eels. "I'll take a pigeon pie,"
The man nod. Turned, and opened up the iron mouth of the oven. Pulled from from its fiery innards with hands that had long grown used to the fire's kiss. Put the pie down on the counter top of his stall. Began to work it free from the iron mold it'd been baked in. "That'll be four coppers,"
Hector made for his purse.
