[Blayde]

Aperitus; Summer of Era II of the Celestine Mandate

The noise and traffic of the place was enough to make anyone scramble to the nearest open district, unless of course, they liked such an atmosphere. Blayde was not one for crowds; nevertheless, the marketplaces of Peddler's street were ablaze with all sorts of amusements, attractions, wares, people, and animals. Many stalls and tents were colorful, filled with every oddity and trinket imaginable, alongside men and women trying to make living in the much poorer East District.

He passed by fish stalls and meat tents, candle-makers and tanners. Butchers and smiths worked as neighbors, as space was limited among the vast pool of entrepreneurs. All in all, it was an amazing colorful place, and not just because of the people, but because of the creativity in them. And on the plus side, at least in Blayde's case, it would allow him to disappear within the crowds, a perfect business spot for a man not willing to be seen.

Unfortunately, and much to his displeasure, Blayde knew that a legal business was not possible without a permit. And of course, no permit would be given unless a legal visa could be shown. Though Blayde had been able to pass the gate guards with forged papers, he did not want to press his luck with the Aedile. Plus he had limited resources. He hated mingling around the law, but at this point, he had not much of a choice until his financial bearings could be established. Besides, he had reasoned, he was just going to setup a small fortune-telling tent, not a huge storefront. He figured he could get away with it, at least for a short while.

As he passed by Brightstar Stables, he decided to ask for some information that might help him get established. Noticing one of the breeders, he gave a slight cough, trying to sound like a normal Taralonian citizen, and asked, "Serale, sir. You might know where I could find some cheap tent cloth and poles, or perhaps an unused tent around here?"