[Flashback] A Symenestra in Syliras

[Daeronin]

Time Stamp: Winter 14, 510 A.V.

Daeronin shuffled through the bazaar streets, careful not to get surrounded by any rowdy citizens. His frail frame was small in comparison to the other races around him. He generally avoided Syliras, but he had been passing the city and decided to pay a visit. If only to buy supplies. He still needed to buy his tools, as well as the... ingredients. He checked the mental list he had created. A light crossbow, bolts, a crossbow bayonet. He would find another shop for the assorted mechanisms needed to complete his project.

He spotted a booth he thought would work, and stepped up to the table. He didn't see anyone around. The main table was piled high with assorted odds and ends. Perfect. "Hello?" he called out. A short man stumbled in from behind a curtain, obviously drunk.

Daeronin pointed out a few of the items laying about the store and the man collected them. Rubbing his oblong nose, the man asked if that was all he wanted. Daeronin was about to accept, when he noticed a spyglass poking out from beneath a pile of parchment. He walked over, picked it up gingerly, and put it on the table. "That is all," he said with a slight smile. The man gruffly asked for one hundred sixty-five gold rimmed mizas. Daeronin winced at the price but payed it.

"That was more than half my money," Daeronin muttered to himself as he left.