A Bigger Voice

The early afternoon had the market bustling with post lunch activity. Several stalls were running low on supplies, and several companions had come to the storeroom for Ignita's help. She carefully loaded up a shallow thin box with various goods for a couple of the stalls that requested restocking. She had it strapped to her back by careful buckling by her own brushtail possum companion Idalia.

She entered the bustling market, the possum holding the broad board trying to keep it from tipping over.

At first, the little Slave tried her best to slip through the throng quietly and unobtrusively but it was risking the goods on her back trying to get to the table.

"Pardon..." She said weakly at first, "Scuse me!" She tried again a little louder, but no one was listening. The possum squeaked on her back as she was bumped by a patron and one of Oleander's tinctures fell to the cave floor and broke.
"Son of a Sphinx..." She mumbled, now she'll have to clean that up and hope no one will step on the broken glass in the process. She needed a bigger voice.


"Speech"