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Old December 7, 2009, 04:17 PM   #1 (permalink)
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[Shifting Shapes] All Hail the Mother of Secyclion

3 Immanis, Winter
Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XVI Post Fractum


Garim leaned against the wall, standing in the shadows of the rising suns and watching the crowd as the first people started to move to whatever it was they did during the day. He yawned lazily, his mouth not opening very wide and showing several not very sharp teeth. It was one of the little things he missed while taking up a seeming, the ability to open a gaping maw of sharp teeth. And to think some Dracons actually preferred this over their natural form. He softly shook his head. He only used this particular appearance – sporting a belly showing more fondness of a good drink and meal then of staying healthy – to avoid being noticed. Right now, he wanted to be just another merchant or tourist, hanging around in town. Only outside of the town or in the pirate’s quarters he would occasionally go in his natural form, but he disliked being stared all the time. It really was no fun starting a mess that way. People were just going to blame him by default just for being around.

At his feet stood a small bag with enough food and drink to take him through the day. He planned to be out until the streets cleared again. He had been hanging around in this town for a while now, generally being as bored as he was in Frigid River, and he had decided to try and bend the boredom into something useful. He was going to study the people as he passed, how they acted and how they walked. He had been wanting to try and create a new seeming for a while now and this seemed as good a moment as any. How the people looked was the most important part as he would have to be able to recreate his own body in something of a similar shape. He was also paying attention to their manners however as he would stick out just as much if he did not act the right way.

He had done Humans before and as he could never fake the accent they spoke with here, he had decided to something a little more daring. There was a good chance he would fail, but he would never know until he tried. He had decided he would try and take a female seeming. It would offer him a decent challenge to change his sex – outwardly of course. Furthermore, he had noticed that women had little to say in this town and were mostly ignored, so he could see no better way to travel through town unnoticed then as someone people automatically overlooked.

His intentions were to linger in busy places and he would otherwise casually move around a bit, visiting the several parts of town that tourists were supposed to visit. He would try to appear interested in the architecture, while in reality he would be looking more at the locals. When moving from one location to another he would occasionally try and take the smaller alleys, trying to move through the locals when no outsiders – other than himself – were around.
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Garim's travels took him to the markets of Agora Kikkimos, where he ventured into a street which sold livestock. Chickens and ducks clamored everywhere, feathers, irate customers and loads and loads of feathers were a common feature in these parts of Secyclion. Then again, there were worse places to be, and the Moraden could have found himself in a fish market instead.

No one paid him a second look -- to them he was simply a fat Mainlander who, like so many of them, traveled to the Eunesian Isles to escape the Winter. That, and he was so much less attractive compared to the others that walk the same streets. It must be something in the Eunesian air because the islanders all looked extremely attractive with their dark hair and tanned skin; the men tall and broad-shouldered, oozing masculinity, while the women bearing a rather simplistic beauty in a very downplayed sort of way.

One thing however, was the difference in their clothing. Secyclion men wore flashy colored livery while the women tended to paler shades. If Garim settled longer upon the Red Island, he would also come to realize that the society on the Island was an extremely patriarchal one, and it was considered extremely poor class for a woman to outshine their male counterparts. Women tend to shift to the background, while it was clear that men took charge... certainly something not commonly seen on the Mainland.

One particular native woman struck him with her unusually exotic looks. She had black hair that was kept almost in severe braid. Her eyes were a gray-blue, so rare amongst the Secyclionians, and her skin was golden from the sun. Lips were a coral pink, almost like rose petals, and her smile dazzled everyone around her. Garim was not alone who had noticed her; around her, people murmured, cast eyes at her and then went back to murmuring amongst themselves. She wore a shapely toga that seem to cling onto her figure perfectly, the hang of the clothing making her seem more slender and accentuated by her long, nymph-like limbs.

"Are you lost?" A young man, clearly non a native given his Mainlander dress -- Enamorian, in fact, with the penchant for spidersilk and the doublet and high girdled belt. He appeared to be a man in his thirties, and was sweating like a pack of ice melting on a hot Brightening even if Winter in Eunesia saw cooler weathers -- comfortably warm, in fact. His eyes twirl toward Garim again and even if Garim didn't acknowledge his presence, he would continue yapping -- as if meeting another Mainlander was the best thing that had happened to him thus far.

"I'm utterly lost." He grumbled, muttering about how the town planning was horrible and he had wanted to go to the Mouse and the Masque in Neos Megalis; but had ended up here instead, and how he wished he had went to Ieffreon or Olympia instead of this dump where no one seem to spoke Common and how all the men always looked at him like they wanted to either beat him up or sell him something.

"Whoa, look at her. What a beauty." He turns and gasps a little, swiping at his brows and sending a string of perspiration flying off his forearm as he gawks at the woman that had drawn Garim's attention.

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Garim strolled through the morning market. It was perfect for his purposes. It had plenty of everyday locals going about their regular business. He could watch how they negotiated prices with the merchants, greeted people they knew or chatted with friends and all that without standing out or feeling out of place. In fact, the only downside was that it made him think of tasty chicken legs and roasted duck breast. A small price to pay indeed.

He quickly got confirmation that his idea to try and take the form of a Secyclion woman – if it did not turn out to be too difficult to actually pull off at this point – was perfect for what he had in mind. As a fat tourist, people ignored him, but they would most likely remember him because he was different from them. Their women on the other hand were required to take a step back and remain as unremarkable as they could it seemed. Even if someone remembered him passing by that way, it would be just another women. He took notice of their clothing as well, making a mental note to buy some typical local clothing, both colourful ones for a man and bland ones for a women.

Suddenly he noticed one woman that seemed to go against what he had seen so far. He could not care less about how perfect her smile, legs or figure were, not being interested in such a way in females that lacked scales and wings. What did make him notice her was that her clothing and her way of acting made her stand out from the other women, maybe from some men even.

He was taken from his ponderings by the voice of the Enamorian. He smiled politely, but inwardly he wished to punch the sweaty man in the face for bothering him and putting his stinking body next to him. Considering that would not be very appropriate, he held back. “I’m not lost, but if you’re looking for directions you’re probably better of asking a local.” He was neither a signpost or a map and since he did not look like he was from around the place he wondered why the man though he could help him with finding his way.

He was glad when the man went on to oogling the weird woman so that he stopped bothering Garim. The Dracon moved closer to one of the locals, one he saw murmuring about the woman. “Eh, excuse me sir?” He tried to look like a polite tourist finding his way, much like the Enamorian, but without the sweat. “I was wondering, is that woman someone important, like a noble a priestess or an Aedile maybe?” He smiled, knowing that it was unlikely that women got important positions. He had been around long enough to have noticed that. Still, with his question he also wanted to try and get a general idea of how important women could get from the way the man replied, regardless of what this woman was. “She looks different from any other women I’ve seen so far.”
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The sweaty man seemed unfazed by the turn-offish attitude of the Moraden, instead continuing to stand around him. Within the market place that was crowded with Islanders and natives, the two stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Awww? Come on, us Mainlanders have to stick together, otherwise we'll just be singled out, trust me on this. I heard there's a ship leaving for Ieffreon this Darkening if you'd like to..." Garim had already moved away to approach the Islander when the Enamorian continued mumbling, not even realizing that Garim had moved away.

The Islander's surprise at being approached was clearly evident, and seemed to take a bit of effort in trying to understand what he was saying before he answered; his accent thick with the Eunesian accent, with the harsher 'K' sounds replacing the 'C's as most prominent.

"That's Eva." The Secyclionian mumbled on, trying to keep the conversation light and easy. After all, while accepting of all outsiders, most of the Islanders are still innately suspicious of Mainlanders, especially when a number of them had been seducing their woman away from the island. In such a prevalently patriarchal society, such behavior and occurrence was logically met with a lot of resistance.

"Daughter of Cepheus." The same man added, as he reached into a wine flash to procure a keyx cup full of watered wine for a customer who had approached, and dropped two coppers into his hands. The man turned gave Garim another look, and then added the last bit of his introduction.

"Younger sister of the ill-fated Andromeda." The Moraden might have heard of the unfortunate woman who had been sacrificed for her vain mother's folly when she had foolishly proclaimed that she was more beautiful than the Nereids that attended the temperamental Sea God, Markalin.

This had angered the Sea God so greatly that he threatened to sink the Red Island of Eunesia lest the couple sacrifice their eldest and fairest daughter, Andromeda to the seas; and while she had cried for help, naked against the whipping and taunting seas, no heroes, no Perseus had been there to rescue her, and now Andromeda's ghost haunts the site where she had been claimed by the waves, a local myth being born that her cries and songs would fill the seas until another has taken her place.

Eva, for her own part, seemed much more downplayed, certainly not resembling a Noblewoman as she carried the flask of milk from a stall-tender that was milking it straight from a goat into the ceramic vessel. She didn't look at the others who were staring at her, and indeed, nothing from her countenance could reveal the circumstances that had befallen her family so recently, and the painful loss of her elder sister. The softest glimmer of grief shone in her startling eyes, almost undetectable to those who merely gawked at her like she was an animal at the Thane's Menagerie.
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Garim knew he stuck out like a sore thumb, it’s why he was trying to find a way to blend in. It was one of the reasons why he did not particularly care about the sweaty guy, nor his offer to leave this Island. It was still nice and warm here, despite the Winter that had been covering the rest of Aelyria for so long now. The weather alone was reason enough to stick around for a few months longer at least.

The man did not have to fear his womanising skills much. Human females did not interest him in that way. He probably could not even get one in this seeming anyway. With the thick accent he had to put some effort into understanding what the Islander said, but even though he managed, the reply did not really answer his question. Telling what family she came from did not really tell him why she was dressed differently.

Or did it? The last name ringed a bell. “Andromeda…” He had overheard many legends and stories, being a frequent visitor of taverns and pubs, resulting in remembering only few of them. He had remembered this particular one though. It must be because it had been one of the better ones. A mother being sacrificed for a single foolish statement by having to sacrifice her daughter to save a whole Island. He chuckled. Markalin sure had a good sense of humour.

“You’d think she’d have learned about a woman’s place from her mother.” It had been a casual statement, but he was paying close attention to the merchant to see his reaction. He had guessed from what he had heard that she was simply dressing the way she did had was related to the way she had been educated. Her mother had thought herself so beautiful, so maybe that was the reason she dressed the way she did. Worst case, he would come off as a foolish mainlander.
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"Ah, but she's trying to avoid Markalin's wrath by allying herself with the followers of the All-Mother. Her dress says as much." The man commented in a neutral tone, turning over to Garim for a moment as if surprised that he had noticed that her dress was so much more different compared to the others. Clearly the islanders were under the assumption that Mainlanders were unperceptive creatures given some of their fashion predilections that were just extremely, extremely off to the Eunesians.

Eva, in the meantime, seemed to have finished her purchases and was balancing the vase of milk superbly on her head while she made her way away from where everyone had been observing her. She was either utterly oblivious to the fact that almost everyone was staring at her, or was doing a good job of pretending that she didn't know such was happening. Like a true wraith, her presence and absence both caused the entire scene in the market place to shift -- resuming a certain degree of normalcy while others returned to their work and stopped staring now that she was gone.

"Legends say that she is the true patron of Secyclion and Markalin is simply the thief that haled her people away from her." More words, enough to establish that Garim's initial assessment of the woman might be flawed after all and that indeed, she was merely reacting to her mother's folly. Another customer moved forward, picked up a cup and then dropped the coins into the stall tender's fingers even as he continued.

"Foolish myth of course, everyone knows Eunesia belongs to Markalin and no other." At this point, the islander had taken on a tone in his voice as if he was simply musing to himself and not talking to the unattractive Mainlander known as Garim any longer, but merely thinking out loud.

As he snapped out of his daydream however, he turned a questioning eye toward Garim, as if wondering just why he was still standing there and interrupting his business when he had already answered all of his questions.

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The All-Mother. Garim lifted a brow. So that was why she was dressed differently. It was interesting to note that there were some tensions between the followers – or at least these followers – of the All-Mother and others. It was probably nothing worth mentioning, but it got the gears in his mind turning for a while. Tensions could lead to interesting situations. Perhaps he could find some way to exploit this in the future.

“Even I knew that.” He gave the man a wide smile to accompany his reply on Eunesia belonging to Markalin. This short conversation had been interesting, if only because he had been able to have a normal conversation with a Islander, no matter how brief it was. “But I’m blabbering. I am sure you have much better things to do.” He had noted the questioning eye and decided it was time to round up this conversation. He dug into his pockets and produced two coppers. “If you don’t mind I would like to purchase one of your cups before I continue my way however.”

He would continue looking at the market for a while, sipping his cup without hurry. Once it was empty, he would return the cup to the merchant and with a last polite nod, he would be on his way again. Ideas started forming in his mind of how to go about forming his next seeming already, so he figured a logical next step was finding some clothing shops and acquire him some clothing typical for the Secyclion inhabitants. He grinned briefly. Perhaps a set of clothing like Eva had worn could come in handy at some point as well.
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The cup was cheap, and while the man may wonder just why the man wanted to buy something like that, especially since it was one of those cups where people had been reusing for Eras now. Then again, it didn't seem he was the type to care much for the strange Mainlander antics and so nodded silently, murmuring to himself. He dipped one of the cups in a container of water to rinse it before he pulled up a rag to dry the interior and exterior of it.

Five coppers sealed the transaction, and once handed over, the man would hand the 'Mainlander' the keyx cup, muttering a quick word of thanks and farewell in Eunesian, waving a hand to suggest the unsaid 'the-things-you-know-I-know' sort of gesture when Garim spoke of Markalin.

The Moraden did not have to take long to locate a clothing store, after all, he was at the Agora Kikkimos, the tourist market of the Red Island. After leaving what seemed to be the food section, he found himself by the clothes store that were varied and segregated into those for men and those for women. The woman's clothes, as he had observed, were far more muted in terms of their color compared to their male counterparts that were fashioned in bright reds, the most lurid of blues and bright whites.

There were Stolas, which were the female version of the Toga worn by males, there was also the high-waisted Chiton dress and the Peplos cloak. They weren't made of the finest of materials, mostly made out of cotton or thin linen, but then again, Garim also wasn't likely going for the high-end materials that were likely sold in the Arthro Galanos. On the ground were buskins lined up of various sizes and made of crude but durable leather.

A curious shop attendant poked her head from underneath the store, gazing rather curiously and awkwardly at the male 'Mainlander'. Certainly male islanders would never be caught dead shopping for womens' costume, but clearly Mainlanders had no such predilections. The girl was a youngling, no more than twenty, and was watching him in a strange fashion as if she found him strange.

"Chairete?" She greeted him... even if it had a questioning tone to it, underlying a strange meaning... like... "What in the name of Markalin are you doing here?"
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Garim did not care for the keyx cup and when he was handed an empty one he was probably even more surprised than the Islander had be at his request. When he had asked for a cup he had – of course – meant a cup of watered down wine. Since it was what the Islander seemed to be selling, he had assumed that would have been clear from the start. It was a misunderstanding that would be remedied easily, but once the Dracon would finally walk away from the stand he would give a slight shake of the head at the odd interaction. It was not because they said Mainlanders were crazy that they had to start assuming that they would act as such by default.

Once at the clothes store he was looked at like a crazy Mainlander again, though this time he could find some understanding for it. It was odd for a man to be shopping for women’s clothes. “Chairete.” He had prepared a reasonable explanation of course (reasonable enough for a Mainlander at least). “I am looking for a gift for my sister at home and I was thinking of perhaps bringing her some typical Secyclion clothing. She likes to knit and sew and I’m sure she would appreciate to see the style of what people were over here.” Granted, it was not a very good excuse, but why would anyone buy the bland clothing these women wore.

He quickly continued before she would have time to over think it too much. As far as he was concerned she could think him to be one of those odd tourists all she wanted though. “You know, you’re about her size, just a little bit taller, but not enough that it would make a difference. I think I’ll take one of the regular every day dresses or so like most women seem to wear around here and one of those more stylish togas that I saw a woman were on the market a moment earlier.” He waited until the moment she was going to give him an answer and then spoke up again, interrupting her. It was rude, but he figured that he might as well continue to go with what they expected from Mainlanders. “And I think I’ll have some typical male clothing too. I’m sure her husband will be less pleased than my sister with his gift, but that suits me just fine.” He smiled at her and awaited her reply.
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The woman nodded mutely, but said nothing. Instead she was acceding to the strange Mainlander's request by pulling out what he had wanted to purchase. The reasoning was accepted with an awkward smile -- clearly no matter what reason Garim gave, the Islanders were still going to find his ways strange and outlandish. Perception as a powerful thing after all, and not easily overcome.

She placed the Stola on the stack of displayed clothes... an iron gray-color that was likely appreciated for its simplicity more than anything else given the lack of detail that usually adorns female clothing. She also procured a Chiton dress and a cloak, the former of which was a light blue in color and the latter a simply gray color. Even without words, Garim's specificity for sizes were not lost, and she had picked out out the clothes that were just as he requested, maybe a size smaller than what she would wear.

As for male clothes, she clearly didn't have any, but made a gesture for the Moraden to wait while she carefully darted to another store nearby, and quickly, after haggling with the male shop assistant (that she clearly knew), returned to her own store with the clothes, offering a small smile for the man, not overly warm, just enough so that she didn't seem rude. Anymore, and she'll likely be branded as women who worked at the Scarlet Baths, and sully her own reputation.

Again, quietly placing the masculine-styled attires on the clothes for Garim to inspect and examine as to the quality of, the Abolla half-cloak together with the Feyenella, both of mediocre quality and of cheap cotton. The first piece was red with trace of white stitching while the feynella was simply that of the chocolate brown. She pulled out another set made out of linen, this time with a toga and a sash that seemed for more formal and dignified occasions -- the toga itself white with red satin running through them, while the sash that of a blue color with Eunesian motifs likely handsewn into the material itself.

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Garim did not mind strange and outlandish. He was in fact aiming for strange and outlandish, rather than just strange. He wanted to be ‘just another crazy tourist’, rather than ‘that crazy bloke that bought a dress. For a brief moment, he wondered with what kind of things a Mainlander could get away here that would not work anywhere else. He was certain that due to the default feeling of weird and crazy these Islanders had towards anyone from overseas one could push further before starting to stand out – from the other tourists that was. Perhaps an entertaining idea for when he had too much to drink on a dreadfully dull day.

The Dracon looked at what he was given as if to decide if this was what he was looking for – even though he would likely have taken anything she had offered. Even the size was just something he had given, simply because it was what one would expect to hear from those that bought clothes. In the end he would just fill up what was given and adjust size as required for his seeming.

When she went to a nearby shop for the men’s clothes, it was Garim’s turn to be surprised. He would have expected her to just tell him that she did not have any if, well, she did not have any. Maybe she could have suggested a shopkeeper she knew well, but going out to buy clothing instead was just odd. What if he did not like them? Or what if he thought that an extra man in the middle would just needlessly jack up the price? He would probably have walked away and found himself another shop for the men’s clothing if he did not think the difference in price would not be worth making a fuzz about it.

“That looks fine to me. How much for the lot?” He tried to remember how vigorously he had seen these Eunesians haggle over their shopping.
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In a community such as Secyclion, where there were eight thousand islanders and three thousand travelers at any one time, the closely-knitted Secyclid community was powerfully evident, especially since families had been dwelling on these same red soil of the isle for hundreds and hundreds of Eras and simply by the last name itself, was able to provide a total perspective vortex on the manner of characters that hailed from the family.

There was no doubt that within these islanders, there was a close and scrupulous system of cooperation between them, and as Garim correctly pointed out, it afforded price jacking, as well as ensured that these 'business teams' are able to keep the business amongst themselves. It was one of those general characteristics of tourist populated areas, and the Agora Kikkimos was no exception.

"Sixty crowns." The young woman replied as she also gestured with her fingers to denote the number 'six' and 'zero', almost meekly though there was a clear hint in her demeanor that was so... very neutral that it was clear she simply wished to complete this transaction and then move on with her own business.

It almost seemed as if she felt awkward around the Mainlander, and something Garim would have detected from his time spent on the Red Island. Native women are the more submissive of the genders; and have the unofficial socials hierarchy after men, boys and sheep. Any talkative woman, especially when regarding a Mainlander, was likely to be badly received by the Secyclion men. Women were expected to keep to the background, draw as little attention to themselves as possible and go about their work without complain. The thinking was perhaps archaic, when compared to the more culturally 'developed' Ieffreon and Olympia where the concept of gender equality was prevalent, while in Secyclion, the rigid disparity in gender roles were still very much present.

Definitely something for Garim to attempt to emulate should he take the form of a Secyclionian woman.

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“Hmm…” Over a month’s pay for a few pieces of clothing. It had been a while since he had bought clothes, but he was fairly certain that amount was higher than it should be. Still, it gave him a great idea. She did not look too comfortable next to man being of such low standing he wondered if they were allowed to even speak up against men. He did not particularly mind the Island’s mindset in this. He was a male after all and he had no qualms whatsoever with belittling others. He wondered if these women were even allowed to speak up against men… and whether they were allowed to do so if they were in their right.

“That’s a little steep. How does thirty Crowns sound?” The Dracon’s face showed no emotion. As far as he knew, haggling was common in many cities, but he did not know of any places that went as far as to halve the price as an opening counter offer. No doubt they existed, but he doubted the Island was one of them. A low offer was exactly what he was aiming for though. This would give him a great opportunity to see how Secyclion women dealt with men who abused their superior position for personal profit. Of course, he still wished to avoid drawing any unneeded attention to himself, so if there were signs of his actions leading to trouble he would quickly apologize and claim that it was common to haggle aggressively where he came from.
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The price was slightly over a Cycle's worth of work, definitely a little steep for such quality, but certainly above the value that the Moraden was proposing. They would lie somewhere in the region between forty to fifty crowns instead of the sixty asked.

At Garim's offer of the price, the woman's eyes widened, and her demeanor shifted immediately and suddenly her pretty, dainty features weren't so pretty nor dainty anymore. Her brows were knotted and a slightly annoyed look on her face. Her tone shifted from the shy, awkward manner to almost business-like and stern; and of course was no longer smiling -- not that she did a lot of it to begin with, but her lips were now drawn into thin lines.

"Fifty crowns. Final offer." The woman turned, arms akimbo, clearly not expecting the man to haggle in the first place, and that once he did, had forced her to go on the defensive. She did not seem at all amused about Garim instantly halving her offer at his first attempt, though at the same time, no one was giving them any extra attention so if Garim truly wished it, he could even attempt to bring the price some more -- though of course there was no knowing if... she might segue into hysteria if Garim pushed his luck.

Most travelers, were of course not as astute as Garim was; and while haggling went on as a routine thing over extremely exaggerated prices, most of them would fall victim to the 'holiday mood' and would simply pay without asking any questions. Garim clearly wasn't one of those types, fortunately for him.

It was interesting to note her demeanor of course, being extremely awkward before, and then now turning slightly more aggressive after Garim attempted to haggle over the price which would affect her profits. This was constant with what he had observed so far in his time in Secyclion of course, that the islanders would maintain a somewhat passive and neutral attitude toward the Mainlander until they presummably feel as if the Mainlander was trying to take advantage of them.

That's when the fiery temper that the Eunesians were well-known for shows.

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Garim felt like he would burst out in laughter at the woman’s reaction, but after a very brief moment it faded, allowing him to keep a straight face. “Fifty Crowns it is.” He tried to put some apology in his voice, as if he had not really meant to offend her. The price had never been his concern, so now that he had witnessed that women could still stand up for them if they had a clearly justified cause he had achieved what he wanted. There was absolutely no need to make a scene in an attempt to save another five crowns or so.

He went to his purse and counted out fifty crowns in coins and notes while trying to smile somewhat apologetic, as if he had had no idea that he should not have bartered this aggressively. Not that he cared much about getting on this woman’s good side again, he was merely wondering if he could pull it off to convince her it was a genuine mistake. As a Moraden had once told him, the key to a proper seeming was not just looking the part, but acting the part as well. Therefore, a little acting practice now and then might prove useful to becoming better at this, even if indirectly.

As he walked away, he thought of another advantage for his actions. He would now likely be remembered as the cheap tourist rather than the tourist buying women’s clothes. In any case, they would have another tale about the weirdness of Mainlanders to add to their repertoire. With a chuckle, he headed towards a road leading to the countryside. He felt that he had spend enough time watching for now and he wanted to see if he could make anything useful out of it. For that he wanted some peace and quiet, preferably with a source of water nearby so that he could use get a first look at his new seeming and see if it was any good.
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