Fish Stew [Maude][Invite]
Jun 18, 2020 17:38:27 GMT -5
edited on Jun 18, 2020 17:42:23 GMT -5 by Nex
Post by Nex on Jun 18, 2020 17:38:27 GMT -5
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The Zora had failed to time his departure from the counting house. The Zora was a few rupees richer, but it only made the aquatic native nervous around the dense crowds that filled Castle Town in come the midday bell. It was around this time busy housewives shopped for the bits and bobs of dinner. It was when men working since the early hours of dawn would sit to refuel or smoke while playing a few harmless games of dice. But with a freshly filled bag of rupees the Zora was not feeling generous towards the crowded markets. Such a place at this hour was oft rife with pickpockets and clever hoodwinks trying to sell off the latest in the rarest goods from the farthest, never-before-heard of villages. At least Hyrule was a great deal cooler than the Desert, but not by much as the streets filled to capacity with writhing bodies and chattering prawns. The Zora stood with his back to a wall as he watched people hurry by either squeezing between the throngs of shoppers crowding a stall who just put their morning eggs on sale, while others tried to physically pull customers in, taking hold of their elbows to recite their well practiced sales pitch. The Zora became blue in the face, which wasn't that hard to do given.
A crawling ache in his stomach warned him of the despair awaiting him if he crossed the main roads. It was not much long after his encounter with Maude and that loud-mouthed duchess, so he was long since able to decompress, but it was having to deal with the money counter that was always a chore. They were always an anal retentive lot with an abacus in arm and a quill always drenched with ink at the ready. But the ones of Hyrule, one of the larger economic centers of their world, it was ever worse. Having what goods he hauled into town were tediously inspected for quality, the sound of rupee hitting the scales and the bickering between merchants and the counters was always the lowest point of his visits in the larger capitals.
Feeling like a mouse cornered by a voracious cat the fish ducked away into the alley. While not idea the merchant wasn't about the squeeze his way through the crowds like some sardine. Reaching behind him he would quickly pull his hood over his face, gloved hand pressing against the walls of the narrow passages as he hurried through. He could hear voices in some corners. Yokel or hooligans mucking about he supposed, but he just wanted to get away.
'Hey fella, you got ah light?' And old man with a peg leg and pipe leaning out from around a corner would all out to the Zora.
He looked up at the man. One eye was clearly glass and he was moving awful quick for an older gentlemen. As soon as the stench of alcohol hit his senses the harassed hermit would stiffen.
Feeling his scales tighten, the bristling pincushion of a fish would duck out into another corner. He looked up, taking notice of a dim red light painting a doorway that had a sign outside which simply read 'Open'. He would take his opportunity and push into the building. Suddenly -- silence. The noise of the Market streets had faded into a faint, almost indiscernible whisper as patrons seemed to keep to their own space. It was sparsely occupied with a few hostesses carrying trays of drink and meals to specified tables. Nex was red from his harrowing near death experience, but he would soon take notice that much of the establishment was indeed occupied by women. Now the Zora was all for equal opportunity employment, he just preferred male servers. He lowered his head and slowly backed up against the wall. He shuffled to a corner, eyes looking up to the walls. Across the far way, to the left of the bar was a stage where a singer tickled a piano with a gentle, familiar, tune. He would also take note of the dim, red lights that also marked the outside of the building. He than looked at the hostesses once more, and the patrons just idling their time away with conversations of varying topics.
"I have made a terrible msitake." The Zora would back up into a corner and just idle for now, at least until his senses could return to him. He was feeling a little overheated. One of the hostesses walked by and offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. "T-thank you..."
'Course sugar.' And she would leave him to his distress.
A crawling ache in his stomach warned him of the despair awaiting him if he crossed the main roads. It was not much long after his encounter with Maude and that loud-mouthed duchess, so he was long since able to decompress, but it was having to deal with the money counter that was always a chore. They were always an anal retentive lot with an abacus in arm and a quill always drenched with ink at the ready. But the ones of Hyrule, one of the larger economic centers of their world, it was ever worse. Having what goods he hauled into town were tediously inspected for quality, the sound of rupee hitting the scales and the bickering between merchants and the counters was always the lowest point of his visits in the larger capitals.
Feeling like a mouse cornered by a voracious cat the fish ducked away into the alley. While not idea the merchant wasn't about the squeeze his way through the crowds like some sardine. Reaching behind him he would quickly pull his hood over his face, gloved hand pressing against the walls of the narrow passages as he hurried through. He could hear voices in some corners. Yokel or hooligans mucking about he supposed, but he just wanted to get away.
'Hey fella, you got ah light?' And old man with a peg leg and pipe leaning out from around a corner would all out to the Zora.
He looked up at the man. One eye was clearly glass and he was moving awful quick for an older gentlemen. As soon as the stench of alcohol hit his senses the harassed hermit would stiffen.
Feeling his scales tighten, the bristling pincushion of a fish would duck out into another corner. He looked up, taking notice of a dim red light painting a doorway that had a sign outside which simply read 'Open'. He would take his opportunity and push into the building. Suddenly -- silence. The noise of the Market streets had faded into a faint, almost indiscernible whisper as patrons seemed to keep to their own space. It was sparsely occupied with a few hostesses carrying trays of drink and meals to specified tables. Nex was red from his harrowing near death experience, but he would soon take notice that much of the establishment was indeed occupied by women. Now the Zora was all for equal opportunity employment, he just preferred male servers. He lowered his head and slowly backed up against the wall. He shuffled to a corner, eyes looking up to the walls. Across the far way, to the left of the bar was a stage where a singer tickled a piano with a gentle, familiar, tune. He would also take note of the dim, red lights that also marked the outside of the building. He than looked at the hostesses once more, and the patrons just idling their time away with conversations of varying topics.
"I have made a terrible msitake." The Zora would back up into a corner and just idle for now, at least until his senses could return to him. He was feeling a little overheated. One of the hostesses walked by and offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. "T-thank you..."
'Course sugar.' And she would leave him to his distress.
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