Despite the temperature being far past satisfactory and quickly getting closer to unbearable, the merchants of the elven city didn't even consider closing their shops earlier due to the sultry weather. The citizens made lazy customers as each was having enough of the heat by simply doing their daily chores. It hadnt rained in a long time, and the oppressiveness was hinting of autumn thunderstorms soon to come. Still, the merchants did their best trying to sell their goods to the elves and other magical folk who were eyeing the goods out of politeness while the only thing they actually wanted to buy was a cool breeze. The shopkeepers dedication was similar to the one of human traders earlier in summer.
The demon admired diligence of this kind, and he loved work. He couldve spent the entire day watching others do it.
He couldve also paid a generous amount of silvers for a horse. Even an ass would have been fine. Anything to give his aching feet a rest. He had walked all the way from the city of humans to the city of elves through the great Quinn forest and the Laurina plains, and there was still the entire city left to walk through until he'd reach the castle. Had it been just a walk he could take it, but some nimrod of an architect had decided to create the city in a tower-like shape making the entire passing a climb!
The red haired demon sighed and wiped sweat off his forehead, shifting the jacket thrown on his spear holding arm. What had he been thinking, attempting to cross the plains and reach the castle in one day? Hot day, mind you, and after having walked a great deal already as fast as he could. Now that he was in the city it seemed ridiculous. The king hadn't needed him in all this time he'd lived in the castle so what was the rush?
He passed some merchants without even looking at them. Judging by their touts, clothing made of light fabrics was on sale, perfect for the hot weather were it to continue even longer, and matching jewelleries of course and would you look at these pots, beautiful aren't they, top-class clay, and sweet almonds to be enjoyed, perhaps sir in red would like some?
He didn't. A full drinking horn of water would've done the trick, or a better flagon. Why was it that every flagon he bought seemed to have a tiny hole in them causing the water slowly pour out? Irritating.
Tsytan has made his way into the third tier of the city and was slowing down his pace to catch his breath. If the king called for him now he would hear it loud and clear and be close enough to get to the unpredictable monarch in time. If he wanted to, he could stop by in an inn and allow himself a proper rest, but he didn't feel like sharing the same room with elves at that moment. He preferred finding his way to the square on this tier and sit down for a while in solitary of which he had almost grown used to during the days of his traveling. Almost. Soon he'd be yearning for company once again.
¤¤ Juudas ja Darcy, kiitos. ¤¤