Seki walked about the bazaar or whatever it had been named, looking for a new pair of sandals or well material to make one. he'd destroyed his last pair like he'd done every morning. Ruining the resale value of his land lords home by flying into the sky.
The usual thing really. Normally he'd make some out of scrap wood and straw but he'd run out of his supply at home.
The district he'd first choose to look for them was bustling. Far too much for his taste, so he ducked out . No it was far more preferable to go to the shadier side of the merchant district. often the deals where better, and more to his liking. what Seki l Specifically liked was it was uglier and the people less likely to haggle. Although they would negotiate, but that was an entirely different idea.
It was more along the lines of buy this or I'll knife you. That or I'll knife you if you don't give me money. More often than not Seki "purchased" items from people that weren't for sale. They'd threaten him, he'd smack them silly once or twice and steal whatever junk they'd used to make a home.
So he'd casually strolled off into the back alley's in search for some wood and a person to antagonize. The cruel man exhaled at the wonders of life and joys of functionally "legally" obtaining goods with violence.
After twisting and turning from ally way to alleyway Seki finally found a decent mark. He'd looked scruffy enough to have been poor for awhile while simultaneously well fed. That meant to seki he was likely bully or at least apt at protecting himself. Either way good enough. Finally he had a makeshift hovel of wood.
Seki bounced right on top of him(literally just near) and shouted "Yoshi".
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The usual thing really. Normally he'd make some out of scrap wood and straw but he'd run out of his supply at home.
The district he'd first choose to look for them was bustling. Far too much for his taste, so he ducked out . No it was far more preferable to go to the shadier side of the merchant district. often the deals where better, and more to his liking. what Seki l Specifically liked was it was uglier and the people less likely to haggle. Although they would negotiate, but that was an entirely different idea.
It was more along the lines of buy this or I'll knife you. That or I'll knife you if you don't give me money. More often than not Seki "purchased" items from people that weren't for sale. They'd threaten him, he'd smack them silly once or twice and steal whatever junk they'd used to make a home.
So he'd casually strolled off into the back alley's in search for some wood and a person to antagonize. The cruel man exhaled at the wonders of life and joys of functionally "legally" obtaining goods with violence.
After twisting and turning from ally way to alleyway Seki finally found a decent mark. He'd looked scruffy enough to have been poor for awhile while simultaneously well fed. That meant to seki he was likely bully or at least apt at protecting himself. Either way good enough. Finally he had a makeshift hovel of wood.
Seki bounced right on top of him(literally just near) and shouted "Yoshi".
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