Summer 516, Day 25
A dry, hot wind blew from the northwest, whisking away some of the smell that was Sunberth's natural musk from 'Ky's nose. He was grateful for that, at least, because the makeup he was wearing was hot, itchy, and it trapped the smell of the city, forcing him to breathe in the smell of smoke, sweat, and feces.
Shaking his head, Sh'Ky focused his thoughts. He was attempting to con a merchant, one known around the marketplace for his relative naivete. It would make selling the fake gemstones he had gotten off a friend much easier. The con would probably be a lot simpler if he knew anything about gemstones, but it didn't really matter. Taking the money and running, or not arousing any suspicion at all, either was fine.
'Ky was currently wearing the guise of a young sailor, the mask making him look to be around 20 years in age, with a wig of long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a typical sailor's shirt and pants, with the outfit completed by a large red sash, tied around his waist, he looked to be fresh off the boat, a new hire. Naive. Trustworthy.
As he approached the stand, he stood tall, and stepped with the grace that he had seen the sailors walking on the decks of their ships with, on the docks. He was certainly tall enough and muscular enough to pass for a sailor, although to a man who actually served on a ship, he wouldn't fool them for one second.
Smiling broadly, and looking around the square, as if searching for a vendor he liked the look of, he 'settled' on the mark, and strode towards him purposefully, bouncing the bag full of Jet stones in his palm. The man who had pointed out the mark to 'Ky was right. He perked up at the slightest hint of a customer, while more experienced merchants hid their interest so they could haggle for better prices. He would learn, very shortly, how to become a better businessman in Sunberth. Failure is the best kind of learning experience, after all.
Shaking his head, Sh'Ky focused his thoughts. He was attempting to con a merchant, one known around the marketplace for his relative naivete. It would make selling the fake gemstones he had gotten off a friend much easier. The con would probably be a lot simpler if he knew anything about gemstones, but it didn't really matter. Taking the money and running, or not arousing any suspicion at all, either was fine.
'Ky was currently wearing the guise of a young sailor, the mask making him look to be around 20 years in age, with a wig of long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a typical sailor's shirt and pants, with the outfit completed by a large red sash, tied around his waist, he looked to be fresh off the boat, a new hire. Naive. Trustworthy.
As he approached the stand, he stood tall, and stepped with the grace that he had seen the sailors walking on the decks of their ships with, on the docks. He was certainly tall enough and muscular enough to pass for a sailor, although to a man who actually served on a ship, he wouldn't fool them for one second.
Smiling broadly, and looking around the square, as if searching for a vendor he liked the look of, he 'settled' on the mark, and strode towards him purposefully, bouncing the bag full of Jet stones in his palm. The man who had pointed out the mark to 'Ky was right. He perked up at the slightest hint of a customer, while more experienced merchants hid their interest so they could haggle for better prices. He would learn, very shortly, how to become a better businessman in Sunberth. Failure is the best kind of learning experience, after all.