Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2023 14:31:28 GMT -5
[for @torsten ]
For all the time they spent patrolling the streets of Skia, it seemed like very little actually happened. Ber was fine with that - he didn’t need nor want to deal with unnecessary trouble, thank you very much - but it did make for days that tended to blend from one into the next. This particular day found him standing beside Mosse, watching as people meandered through the market searching for whatever wares they needed. It had been a quiet morning, and the monotony of standing around had been broken up only by the occasional movement required to stand around and look at the marketplace from a different angle.
The one they were standing at now afforded him a view of a row of stalls selling various foods and the potential customers perusing them. Most of them were commoners whom he suspected were either a servant of a noble or too poor to hire a servant to do their shopping for them. His gaze traveled across them. A group of noblewoman strolled by in gowns that probably cost his paycheck. A pair of small children lingered by one the end stalls while a man bartered with the owner over some bread. A little further down, coins exchanged hands, and a woman walked away with her goods. It might have been a trick of the light, but she almost looked like someone he knew. Ber blinked and let his gaze take in the scene as a whole again, recognition flickering through him.
Then he turned to Mosse. “Word in the barracks says something big is coming up,” He said, presumably drawing the other man’s attention toward him. “Something about a parade and some sort of tournament. No one knows what, though.” Mosse seemed like the kind of person officers would entrust with information; he was all uptight, a stickler for doing things by the book, and as far as Ber could tell, seemed like someone they would find suitably trustworthy and responsible. “Got any ideas?”