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Paths of Legend: The Journey

The market is eerily quiet, both because it is first thing in the morning, and because most of the merchants have temporarily moved their wares to the tournament grounds.
 

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Is the market typically windowed shops or more like an outdoor bazaar? Estelle would probably have a look around the empty shops either way, seeing what was accessible and what required more nefarious methods of entry.
 

OOC: Mostly open bazarr with some higher end and service oriented shops having actual buildings (jewelers, tailors, etc). Make a Knowledge (Local) check with a +2 circumstance bonus.
 


OOC: Nice. :D You just saved Estelle a few hours of info-digging.

Estelle recalls that anything magical is generally only available in one of three places. The Adventurers' Guild stores, the black market, and the Royal Exchange, a loose network of elite merchants that cater exclusively to the Lords and dating back to before the fall of the Azgundi monarchy.

The Guild stores are exclusive to guild members and Estelle finds herself without a guild ring, despite having earned one.

Her perfect recall of the city's inner workings tells her that the black market operates mostly out of the Candle District, specifically in the extensive basements of The Demon's Tail, a high end bar and brothel that caters to the most expensive and exotic tastes. Further, Estelle knows that Lords who like to "go slumming" often end up at the Demon's Tail.

Getting in contact with one of the merchants associated with the Royal Exchange requires a bit of work, though Estelle recalls that Jolly makes clothing for the Lords and thus getting into contact with a member of his rather large family, such as the toymaker, Tarkesi Tal, may lead her in the right direction. Estelle recalls that the Tals have a large (for a halfling family) home in the halfling ghetto on the north side of the city.
 

Sighing at the complete lack of anything in the market today, Estelle walked past empty stalls and mulled over her choices. No matter what she ended up doing, she'd be getting her face out in circles she didn't want to be in, asking questions she didn't want to come back to her, but she saw no other way around it. Not unless she got someone else to ask on her behalf, but why would anyone agree to that?

A sly grin crossed her face at a sudden realization as she turned to make her way back to the Candle District.

But then she stopped. Jolly knew what she was looking for, as it was per his instructions she was here, so his family might prove to be helpful and at least shield her from prying eyes. There might be need to go to the Candle District, but not yet, not without at least exploring this less dangerous option first.

And so with another turn on her heels, Estelle headed north.
 

Most of the ghettoes for more clannish races like halflings and dwarves can be found in the northern part of town. The halfling ghetto is full of squat, low buildings, with halflings and a few members of other races wandering about. The Tal family owns one of the larger houses in the district, the current head of household, Miraki Tal, acting as something of a community leader.

It is Miraki who greets Estelle when she comes up to the house as he is sitting outside on an overturned barrel, smoking a pipe and carving something from a piece of wood. Miraki's demeanor is much less flamboyant than Jolly's but no less mirthful, "Good morning! A nice quiet morning, actually, what with most of the tall folk out on the tournament grounds. What can I do for you?"
 

The quiet was a bit unsettling for Estelle, it was easy to attempt to blend into crowd, but you take that crowd away and she stood out easily, especially among halflings. She approached the halfling and smiled casually as if this were any other day, "I come from Vedlund, from Jolly, who has directed me to this house, for your family's help."
 

Miraki jumps up excitedly, his tone cheerful, "Uncle Jolly, you say? How is that scoundrel? Up to no good, as usual."

A crowd of halflings, all Tals apparently come rushing out of the house, most of them children. They surround Estelle and deluge her questions.

"You've seen Uncle Jolly?"

"Did he make your clothes?"

"He's not dead is he?"

"Where did you get those rapiers?"

"Can I see Uncle Jolly? Is he here?"

"Are you sure it was Uncle Jolly?"
 

Estelle laughs at the halfling children swarming around, her hands move to heads where she ruffles hair and smiles at them. Grinning from ear to ear Estelle looks up at the supposed patriarch, "I only spoke to him for a little bit. I'm Estelle, by the way, maybe he sent word ahead that I might have need of you."

My personal computer crashed on me this weekend, so I'm in the process of fixing it on my own and if that doesn't work, well, other options will be explored. But for the time being I'm limited to posting from work. Worst case scenario, I can possibly post from my phone, but we'll see if it comes to that. Just wanted to give you a heads-up.
 

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