[ Ul’dah, the jewel of the deserts of Thanalan. A large bustling city of wide roads, sandy stone buildings, and colorful tapestries. The harsh midday sun glints off of gilded roofs, and would send most sensible people scrambling for the shade.
But the markets of the city’s Sapphire Avenue Exchange are packed with people of all shapes and sizes, from hulking roegadyn who stand head and shoulders above the rest, to the diminutive lalafell, and all else in between. (Though folk with leporine features like Arthur’s are very scarce indeed.) Merchants shout at passersby, hawking their wares to anyone who might listen, and everything from cloth to jewelry to food is on display. It feels like the city is ramping up to something, and joy and anticipation spark bright in the market-dwellers. The heat of the day is a mere afterthought to many.
Arthur himself is engaged in friendly chatter with a merchant, a weathered lalafellin woman who smiles at him brightly.
The contents of their conversation is lost in the noise of the crowd, for now. ]
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But the markets of the city’s Sapphire Avenue Exchange are packed with people of all shapes and sizes, from hulking roegadyn who stand head and shoulders above the rest, to the diminutive lalafell, and all else in between. (Though folk with leporine features like Arthur’s are very scarce indeed.) Merchants shout at passersby, hawking their wares to anyone who might listen, and everything from cloth to jewelry to food is on display. It feels like the city is ramping up to something, and joy and anticipation spark bright in the market-dwellers. The heat of the day is a mere afterthought to many.
Arthur himself is engaged in friendly chatter with a merchant, a weathered lalafellin woman who smiles at him brightly.
The contents of their conversation is lost in the noise of the crowd, for now. ]