Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)

PRAISE THE SUN

Two bear pelts, One deer pelt and two cups of honey. Darius must not have stood out, after all there were a few wolves that were taller and even more beautifully colored than he. What great gods graced them with this? Surely Zeus and the others had granted them with powers beyond what he could comprehend. Mortals had a strange way of taking on the gods will. Regardless he wouldn't let this lead him astray. As a loner he had to strike a deal - he needed supplies for himself. Perhaps a few herbs? Or goods that would help him store food. Favors even. Information. That sounded nice too.

Darius stood near his laid out goods and raised his voice. "Pelts and Honey for sale over here! Not looking for much just some supplies." then he would sit again and smile with his usual charismatic look. That call had to draw someone closer to him didn't it? Either way the spartan had to block out the hypocracy he had assumed everyone here was like him but of course that was not the case. Yet he didn't need to let his motives known regardless.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN