07-13-2014, 12:59 AM
As the trio entered the marketplace, Astien looked for his friend. In his hand he held a note, apparently telling of where he should be met. He led them to the darker, shadier areas of the marketplace, where in the background shady deals were being made, and goods which may not have been legal were being sold. Upon finding an old, crumbled fountain, covered in dust and moss, Astien decided that this was the right place. But whoever he was to meet wasn't there. So they waited. Astien groaned and sat on the edge of the old fountain. "Oh, my poor, swollen ankles." he said, examining them.
I'm just here for a laugh
