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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Someone" data-source="post: 1579342" data-attributes="member: 5656">After each one dropping a couple dirhems,  the group leaves the table and heads to the port. Now that noon approaches, activity reaches the climax: everyone is ouside, working or just passing. A wandering silversmith, sitting on a makeshift anvil, hammers  delicate ornaments in a cup: side by side, a group of women cook while gossiping in loud voice. Watercarriers pass, shouting "Fresh water!", their donkeys enduring the children´s mischief. You too pass under several gates, small doors opened on walls that are ither remnants of older fortifications that got left behind when the city grew or built by the citicens to help defend the neighbourhood.Finally, after a thousand turns and enless corners, the group arrives at the market zone. At your back the citadel, in front of you the even more crowded streets where countless stands show their product, under the protection against the sun that chaotically arranged awnings laying from building to building. And many others make here their living, too. Noise is so loud, that you almost have to shout to speak with your companions. "Silk! The best silk from the golden lands!" "Son of a rotten dog! Get him! get the thief! May a scorpion eat your liver, rat!" "My lady! won´t you see this splendid pearls, princess?" "An alms for an ex-leper" "Get out of my way!" "Absolutely! I guarantee this sword to be made with Almascian steel" "Now, explain slowly who did hit the other one first" "Woof!"But you manage to make to the beach with your purse still full. Dozens of ships anchor a couple hundred meters from the beach, and a fleet of rowboats come and go from and to them. Beyond these, many ships of all sizes lie tied together. Kyot lives in one of them, but the ships change their arrangement almost every day, so finding him would be difficult. The best way it to look for someone who... but there´s no need to do so, because a very tanned man, dressed only with trousers and a dirty turban approaches you."Effendi! Looking for a boat? I´m cheap!"Knowing it´s the best way, the group rents the boat. The boat´s owner knows Kyot, so soon you´re boarding his ship.It´s relatively small, somewhat less than thirty feet of lenght; the deck is clean of masts and most sailing equipment, but a smoking tin chimney betrays Kyot´s presence. "Who´s this Kyot man?""I don´t know for sure. I believe he was once a tinkerer and al-kehmist at the basileus palace. He promised the basileus to make an automaton able to speak and dance, and when the thing stood completely unable to move before an ambassador, Kyot kissed the dungeon´s floor. fortunately for him, he had good friends and managed to exile here. The Caliph pass him a generous montly pension, maybe just to annoy the basileus".</blockquote>

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