Summer, 509 AV (if you want more specifics, toss me a date I'm open)
A strong steady warm breeze whistled through the city as the sounds of city life bustled into being. People began to open windows, as various workers began to do the various city tasks. Sunlight glistened on the great fortress of Stormhold in the distance. As a few birds nestled into a quiet space between a few homes. Laughter followed more serious social gossip, and slowly the city dusted itself off for another day of work.
The streets outside Stormhold on this particular day seemed to be surprisingly empty. A handful of people walked about. Glancing at various shop keepers and side stores away from the Great Bazaar.
One particular man, in a simple green vest didn't seem to pay much attention to the city life. His gaze focused firmly upon the large fortress in the distance. His tanned skin reflected the warm sun rays as his blue eyes stared forward. He dressed and acted plainly enough, hands in his pockets and gaze upwards.
Yet in the distance, a voice sounded, booming in it's authority,
"Sale, While....Supplies......Last."
In the distance of the small scattering of people a new formation swelled. A horde of faces, with cases and pockets jingling with coin. All of them eager to be the first one to get, whatever it was that suddenly was on sale. Such was the stampede that several small children darted away to avoid being mauled by the shopaholic frenzy.
Jarek kept his gaze firmly fixed on the fortress. His mind thinking back to ideas of his mother, and of the stories she used to tell. He seemed quite oblivious to the mass of people moving towards him, and whether or not he would survive such a stampede only the gods could know.