It was time for Sparhawk to lay back for a while. He'd been off doing adventures for almost 11 years, and decided he deserved a little break. He of course loved the adventures he'd been on, going into the open world, meeting new people, seeing new things, going on quests; it was what he lived for. Living in local villages for labour, working the fields in trade for bedding and good, local food. However, he needed a long rest, a few months would do fine. He'd used a connection from a friend he'd met in the north of Alliria, telling him of a lodgings that would be happy to take him for a more than reasonable price
Travelling there was easy enough, his mount had sadly passed on the way there, so he had to join a caravan travelling in the area, and took the long 2 week journey. It'd been pleasant, seeing the environment pass him by, the timid weather lovely on the face, not too cold but not so hot that it made you tire and forget yourself. He couldn't stop thinking of the short nights he'd be having: sleeping all night long to the birds sounding their call and the night life of the trading city lighting up.
Once he'd arrived at his lodgings, he made himself very comfortable very quickly. He loved it, he simply loved it. The bed was far comfier than anything he'd slept on before, and the simple window looking out onto the market street below was a lovely sight both in the morning, and in the evening.
He'd had his rest. It'd been 2 months since he'd arrived in the city, and as much as he'd loved it, it was ample time that he left, and began once more on his endless journey.
He'd heard rumours of a quaint Bookstore on the outskirts that was well respected by many who'd 'perused' it's collection of books and tomes. He decided to make for it, after being given some rough directions by a trader he'd bought some new boots from.
He'd made the long trek through the city, the bazaars and merchant stands littered about the place, always claiming they had the "Best Bargains!" when they clearly didn't. He didn't mind though, they all needed to make a living, and they clearly wanted to sell the best side of themselves, relishing in the naivety of passing buyers.
After walking across cobblestone paths that seemed to span a generation, he'd finally reached the Bookstore.
A r y n ' s B o o k s t o r eThis seemed to be the place. Not very big, but it was definitely the place. He opened the old wooden door, to be greeted by an older looking man sitting across from the book shelves.
"Welcom- Ahh, a wizard!" The man noticed Maho's cloak and staff. He got up, and brought Maho to the back of the store.
"Start from here, you'll find some real hard-to-find books here. Feel free to ask me if you need help with anything..." He walked back to his seat, and sat back in it.
Sparhawk began to 'peruse' the large collection of Tomes. The man was right; there was quite a collection he was amounting, time to spend the rest of the day looking through them...