02-10-2018, 10:25 AM
Urist and Fiara made there way into the market district of Atlas, which wasn’t far from the gates where they had left their companions to search for information. Fiara took the lead, letting her dwarven friend assume the role of ‘hired-protection’. Amaterasu had given them some gold to use in searching for information. They approached the first stall: A cozy hide-woven tent lined with furs and brown leather. Just outside the warmth of the makeshift-hobble was a cat-like entity. He looked fairly humanoid, yet his body was covered in fur, and he retained specs that only the feline animals held, like a cat tail and ears.
As the two approached, he took notice of their interest, but did not stand up from the fire that kept him warm, beyond his furry coat.
“Ah, J’zargo welcomes you to his humble trading tent. The winds bite bitter cold here, like that of Skyrim, but this one is not bothered.” He states, only looking up to the two travelers from his cross-legged position on the woven blanket sitting on the snow. “Have you come to trade? Khajiit has wares, if you have coin.”
“Um, well, we are in the market, but we were also looking for something more than just items.” Fiara mentioned. “We were also looking for some information on this civilization.”
“Oh, J’zargo does not know much. He prefers keeping to himself and practicing his magic.” The cat says before Fiara flashes him some extra money. Urist had wandered the khajiit’s stall, looking at the weird traditional-looking antiques. “Well, it seems the jingle of fresh coin has stoked my memory, but what is it you wish to know exactly?”
“Who is in charge around here-?” Fiara then remembers Ama’s instructions to lay low. “I wish to speak to them about trade relations between the city and Camelot.”
“Hm, this one has heard of the girl, named after the exotic stone.” J’zargo strokes his beard as he ponders on his memories. “He has never seen an ‘amber’ before, but the one who has the ears that rival J’zargo’s he has seen before. She often comes and goes from the city, but last J’zargo saw, she has gone.”
“Then who would be running the operation around here? I heard this place was built by a prime.” She mentions to the cat. She notices Urist, sniffing around the oddities of food, some kind of cheese fondue had caught his eye. She passes the khajiit the coins for payment.
“Of course, done by the prime herself. Building the wall, from what J’zargo heard, was menial task for the girl. It took hours. The construction of a society in Atlas took quite some time, however. If you wish to talk with someone more informed, J’zargo suggests meeting with the one they call ‘Bianca’ in the underground tavern. It is much warmer down there, but J’zargo prefers to stay away from the toxic smells of sweaty barbarians and wide array of greased food and alcohol.”
“Very well, thank you for your time.” She says before gesturing to Urist to come along. They needed to return to Amaterasu to inform her.
As the two approached, he took notice of their interest, but did not stand up from the fire that kept him warm, beyond his furry coat.
“Ah, J’zargo welcomes you to his humble trading tent. The winds bite bitter cold here, like that of Skyrim, but this one is not bothered.” He states, only looking up to the two travelers from his cross-legged position on the woven blanket sitting on the snow. “Have you come to trade? Khajiit has wares, if you have coin.”
“Um, well, we are in the market, but we were also looking for something more than just items.” Fiara mentioned. “We were also looking for some information on this civilization.”
“Oh, J’zargo does not know much. He prefers keeping to himself and practicing his magic.” The cat says before Fiara flashes him some extra money. Urist had wandered the khajiit’s stall, looking at the weird traditional-looking antiques. “Well, it seems the jingle of fresh coin has stoked my memory, but what is it you wish to know exactly?”
“Who is in charge around here-?” Fiara then remembers Ama’s instructions to lay low. “I wish to speak to them about trade relations between the city and Camelot.”
“Hm, this one has heard of the girl, named after the exotic stone.” J’zargo strokes his beard as he ponders on his memories. “He has never seen an ‘amber’ before, but the one who has the ears that rival J’zargo’s he has seen before. She often comes and goes from the city, but last J’zargo saw, she has gone.”
“Then who would be running the operation around here? I heard this place was built by a prime.” She mentions to the cat. She notices Urist, sniffing around the oddities of food, some kind of cheese fondue had caught his eye. She passes the khajiit the coins for payment.
“Of course, done by the prime herself. Building the wall, from what J’zargo heard, was menial task for the girl. It took hours. The construction of a society in Atlas took quite some time, however. If you wish to talk with someone more informed, J’zargo suggests meeting with the one they call ‘Bianca’ in the underground tavern. It is much warmer down there, but J’zargo prefers to stay away from the toxic smells of sweaty barbarians and wide array of greased food and alcohol.”
“Very well, thank you for your time.” She says before gesturing to Urist to come along. They needed to return to Amaterasu to inform her.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber