Jacob stopped to take a break. It had been three hours since he first entered Syliras. All that time had been spend in the monstrosity that was the Great Bazaar and still he had only seen a portion of the tables and stalls. He had already seen a number of items of interest to him. Upon naming prices though, the traders were be met with a slight cringe. Not because of an outrageous tag but simply because Jacob had no money, something he was not used to with his heritage.
I'll have to find a source of income soon. He thought, lightly tapping the coin-purse that hung at his side. One that swung all to much at his touch than he would have liked. Surely won't be that hard with all these, scurrying about.
"Excuse me, good day sir," He asked a passing citizen, "Where might one of the more adventurous sort find work in these parts?"