by Kokoro » Wed Oct 01, 2025 8:57 am
The sun hung low over the bustling marketplace of Tar Valon, casting golden rays across stalls brimming with spices, silks, and trinkets. Kokoro, a solid heavily muscled Gaidin strode through the crowded lanes, his steel warhammer sheathed at his side. His scarred face and steady gait marked him as a man of battle, yet his eyes softened as he scanned the vibrant chaos around him.
Merchants called out, their voices weaving a tapestry of haggling and laughter.
He paused at a stall piled high with dried meats, tossing a coin to the vendor and tucking some rations under his arm. As he turned, a familiar voice cut through the din, warm and teasing.
“Kokoro SunSoar, still stomping through markets like you’re hunting bandits?”
Kokoro froze, then turned slowly. There, leaning against a stall with a grin as wide as the river valley, stood Lord Ominas.
Kokoro laughed, stepping closer and embracing Ominas in a hug. “And you old friend, still carrying that old Voulge? Thought you’d have settled down and retired by now, maybe opened a tavern.”
Ominas grinned, “Well lad I’m actually parting with it, just waiting for a buyer.”
Kokoro raised an eyebrow, shocked Ominas would part with his Voulge. Retirement must be close indeed.
Kokoro relaxed, and he leaned forward, voice low. “I’d be happy to take that Voulge back into the Blight for you. Name whatever price and it shall be yours.”
The sun hung low over the bustling marketplace of Tar Valon, casting golden rays across stalls brimming with spices, silks, and trinkets. Kokoro, a solid heavily muscled Gaidin strode through the crowded lanes, his steel warhammer sheathed at his side. His scarred face and steady gait marked him as a man of battle, yet his eyes softened as he scanned the vibrant chaos around him.
Merchants called out, their voices weaving a tapestry of haggling and laughter.
He paused at a stall piled high with dried meats, tossing a coin to the vendor and tucking some rations under his arm. As he turned, a familiar voice cut through the din, warm and teasing.
“Kokoro SunSoar, still stomping through markets like you’re hunting bandits?”
Kokoro froze, then turned slowly. There, leaning against a stall with a grin as wide as the river valley, stood Lord Ominas.
Kokoro laughed, stepping closer and embracing Ominas in a hug. “And you old friend, still carrying that old Voulge? Thought you’d have settled down and retired by now, maybe opened a tavern.”
Ominas grinned, “Well lad I’m actually parting with it, just waiting for a buyer.”
Kokoro raised an eyebrow, shocked Ominas would part with his Voulge. Retirement must be close indeed.
Kokoro relaxed, and he leaned forward, voice low. “I’d be happy to take that Voulge back into the Blight for you. Name whatever price and it shall be yours.”