Nightmare in Katapesh IC

[DrK]

Sadar had enjoyed the day and the bazaar. The merchant, griff though he may be was paying well and had a canny manner that seemed to do well in his business trading. No one seemed to have got the better of tye paper and scroll merchant and the stocks of papers and inks concealed under the stall was severely diminished even half way through the door.

He relaxed in the sun, the heat of the day muted by the tents and awnings hanging above the thronged bazaar, his sword hung under at his waist, eyes roaming and he brought it out only twice to sit and sharpen it visibly as he spied a small group of thieves ghosting through the market. But they passed him by, one offering a nod and a smile to Sadar and heading towards a cluster of Osirani gold traders.

The bazaar was filled with oddities as he watched a tough looking dwarf heading to the ancient artifacts stall opposite and a bizarre looking goblin going to the potion maker. He watches them all, sipping tea occasionally and relaxing