82nd of Fall, AV 516
Midday.
It had occurred to Pulren, on his first day as a Kuvan, to spend some mizas in the local economy. Contribute. Nah, that was horseshit. Winter was blowing across the sea and up under his black rabbit fur lined cape. He felt fortunate, at least, having survived Winter in Sunberth, Nyka, Sahova and Zeltiva, that while this one would suck too, he would survive it. However, there was no reason not to be comfortable and to attempt to blend in as much as he could to the Akalak. No, he wouldn't paint his skin blue, but they did seem to enjoy a level of luxury that Pulren wanted to participate in. Something about the city seemed very natural to him since he had stepped off of the boat.
His wardrobe up to this point had been very utilitarian. He had one outfit for just about anything, a habit that had followed his years of poverty in Zeltiva. He planned on rectifying this situation in the Zhongjie Warren, the colorful bazaar he had passed on his way to the Kendoka Sasaran. Feeling at home certainly extended to places of barter, as Pulren enjoyed spending his hard earned mizas whenever he could, most especially on his own comfort.
This day found him in the tent of a purveyor of leathers with fur lining. It was an especially busy stall, considering the weather and the winds. He had waited patiently for Akalak to shop, knowing full well that they had first pick. When reaching out to look at a vest, the human at the stall, an older gentleman than Pulren by at least ten to fifteen years, saw his fresh Kuvan tattoo. "Ah, welcome , Sir. You have just joined us here in the city, I see?" Pulren smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am Pulren Marsh, formerly of Zeltiva. Currently, of Riverfall. What does this vest fetch?"
He removed his cape with a flourish and handed it to the man so he could have a better look at it. Beneath, he wore his black linen shirt and his black dyed leather pants. The vest was well crafted, the fur rabbit, one that Pulren enjoyed already, though this fur was a kind of sooty gray. Without a break, the man offered "Six mizas." Pulren rose an eyebrow but knew that was probably pretty accurate, assuming his Kuvan status would give him an even keel. It was an assumption, though. He nodded and gave the man his mizas, slipping the vest on over his linen shirt and immediately noticing a difference in warmth. When he slid his cape over as well, he felt very comfortable and was proud of himself for making the purchase.
Midday.
It had occurred to Pulren, on his first day as a Kuvan, to spend some mizas in the local economy. Contribute. Nah, that was horseshit. Winter was blowing across the sea and up under his black rabbit fur lined cape. He felt fortunate, at least, having survived Winter in Sunberth, Nyka, Sahova and Zeltiva, that while this one would suck too, he would survive it. However, there was no reason not to be comfortable and to attempt to blend in as much as he could to the Akalak. No, he wouldn't paint his skin blue, but they did seem to enjoy a level of luxury that Pulren wanted to participate in. Something about the city seemed very natural to him since he had stepped off of the boat.
His wardrobe up to this point had been very utilitarian. He had one outfit for just about anything, a habit that had followed his years of poverty in Zeltiva. He planned on rectifying this situation in the Zhongjie Warren, the colorful bazaar he had passed on his way to the Kendoka Sasaran. Feeling at home certainly extended to places of barter, as Pulren enjoyed spending his hard earned mizas whenever he could, most especially on his own comfort.
This day found him in the tent of a purveyor of leathers with fur lining. It was an especially busy stall, considering the weather and the winds. He had waited patiently for Akalak to shop, knowing full well that they had first pick. When reaching out to look at a vest, the human at the stall, an older gentleman than Pulren by at least ten to fifteen years, saw his fresh Kuvan tattoo. "Ah, welcome , Sir. You have just joined us here in the city, I see?" Pulren smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am Pulren Marsh, formerly of Zeltiva. Currently, of Riverfall. What does this vest fetch?"
He removed his cape with a flourish and handed it to the man so he could have a better look at it. Beneath, he wore his black linen shirt and his black dyed leather pants. The vest was well crafted, the fur rabbit, one that Pulren enjoyed already, though this fur was a kind of sooty gray. Without a break, the man offered "Six mizas." Pulren rose an eyebrow but knew that was probably pretty accurate, assuming his Kuvan status would give him an even keel. It was an assumption, though. He nodded and gave the man his mizas, slipping the vest on over his linen shirt and immediately noticing a difference in warmth. When he slid his cape over as well, he felt very comfortable and was proud of himself for making the purchase.
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