Post by Amon on Apr 2, 2014 19:53:22 GMT
OPEN TO ALL
“…Ah, I know what you are talking about. If I remember correctly, there are actually two different types. Unfortunately, at the time of writing this, I cannot remember what does what. I’ll need to dig back into my notes, as even your arm was done off the top of my head. In the meantime, you could start your search in Central Square. I’m sure there are a few nobles that might’ve had one at some point in time. If you could get one to talk to you, you should be able to get some information…”
“…What am I doing out here…?” thought Amon. He seemed to always have this thought whenever he left the merchant’s district. However, this thought seemed to be more prevalent, given his current location. He was standing at the gateway to Central Square, the richest part of the city, at his foster father's suggestion. It didn't help that he stood out more than usual, a shabby brown spot among the clean, well-dressed individuals.
“Well,” thought Amon, “At least there aren't that many people out and about.” With a sigh, he stepped through the gate and started to make his way through the square.
His plan was relatively straight forward: ask around, and see if anyone can help him. Given the lofty stature, as well as the haughty attitude that most nobles have, he didn't expect to get everyone's attention. He just hoped to at least talk to a few, gather some intel, then leave. Besides, there's gotta be at least one noble who could talk with him...
Unfortunately, he wasn't getting anywhere...
"Excuse me..."
"Get lost kid."
"Pardon me..."
"I have no money for you, you filthy beggar!"
"If I could just have a moment of your time..."
"FOR THE LAST TIME, I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR BLOODY RELIGION! NOW BUZZ OFF BEFORE I GIVE YOU A BEATIN!"
Amon stood where he was at, watching the portly man that yelled at him storm away, more confused than discouraged.
"...What just happened...?" he asked himself. Thanks to the man's outburst, the remaining people hurriedly walked past him, trying not to make eye contact. Seeing that no one was going to talk to him after that and tired of standing around, he made his way to a nearby bench and sat down gazing at the fountain in front of him.
"...Now what am I gonna do...?"
“…Ah, I know what you are talking about. If I remember correctly, there are actually two different types. Unfortunately, at the time of writing this, I cannot remember what does what. I’ll need to dig back into my notes, as even your arm was done off the top of my head. In the meantime, you could start your search in Central Square. I’m sure there are a few nobles that might’ve had one at some point in time. If you could get one to talk to you, you should be able to get some information…”
“…What am I doing out here…?” thought Amon. He seemed to always have this thought whenever he left the merchant’s district. However, this thought seemed to be more prevalent, given his current location. He was standing at the gateway to Central Square, the richest part of the city, at his foster father's suggestion. It didn't help that he stood out more than usual, a shabby brown spot among the clean, well-dressed individuals.
“Well,” thought Amon, “At least there aren't that many people out and about.” With a sigh, he stepped through the gate and started to make his way through the square.
His plan was relatively straight forward: ask around, and see if anyone can help him. Given the lofty stature, as well as the haughty attitude that most nobles have, he didn't expect to get everyone's attention. He just hoped to at least talk to a few, gather some intel, then leave. Besides, there's gotta be at least one noble who could talk with him...
Unfortunately, he wasn't getting anywhere...
"Excuse me..."
"Get lost kid."
"Pardon me..."
"I have no money for you, you filthy beggar!"
"If I could just have a moment of your time..."
"FOR THE LAST TIME, I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR BLOODY RELIGION! NOW BUZZ OFF BEFORE I GIVE YOU A BEATIN!"
Amon stood where he was at, watching the portly man that yelled at him storm away, more confused than discouraged.
"...What just happened...?" he asked himself. Thanks to the man's outburst, the remaining people hurriedly walked past him, trying not to make eye contact. Seeing that no one was going to talk to him after that and tired of standing around, he made his way to a nearby bench and sat down gazing at the fountain in front of him.
"...Now what am I gonna do...?"