Zurai
First Post
The crowd around the travelling merchants' stall is thick, but with a little patience and some determination one can make their way through the press of people and get a look at what they have for trade.
Spread out over one large table are a series of earthen jars. Each jar has a small square of fabric next to it with a sample of the contents; mostly these are spices and dyes, although there are some small fruits, jams, and oils as well. The next table over is covered in clothes, ranging from the plain to the elaborate. Quite a few of the village women look longingly at a silk robe dyed a deep saffron yellow. Further away, there's a table displaying objects of art - statuettes, small paintings, tapestries, and the like - and the final table bears several wicked-looking metal implements.
One of the merchants is resting in a wooden chair, telling a story to a small crowd of starry-eyed youngsters. His partner is tending the tables; currently he's haggling with old Thessala, a farmer's wife, over a jar of spices.
Spread out over one large table are a series of earthen jars. Each jar has a small square of fabric next to it with a sample of the contents; mostly these are spices and dyes, although there are some small fruits, jams, and oils as well. The next table over is covered in clothes, ranging from the plain to the elaborate. Quite a few of the village women look longingly at a silk robe dyed a deep saffron yellow. Further away, there's a table displaying objects of art - statuettes, small paintings, tapestries, and the like - and the final table bears several wicked-looking metal implements.
One of the merchants is resting in a wooden chair, telling a story to a small crowd of starry-eyed youngsters. His partner is tending the tables; currently he's haggling with old Thessala, a farmer's wife, over a jar of spices.