Goods for sale

Astraios wasn’t here for the market, he was here to see if he could get a glimpse of his friend Spider, or see what life was like here in the Armada. His friend kept telling him about the place, and their awesome treehouse and the like. He knew the market was the closest he would get to seeing it all for himself.

He stepped through the space, immediately feeling overcrowd by just the few wolves already milling about the area. He never did like people. He grimaced, but was forced to remind himself that these were Spider’s people and their guests. He couldn’t be an ass, and he definitely couldn’t start anything.

He glided by a stall, and saw a dark wolf standing by it, an array of goods in front of her. Something in particular caught his eye. A little carving of a mountain. It reminded him of his biggest fight with Delphi, and the one that had brought them closer together. “This… what for it?” He asked, in his nervousness he almost fell back to his native tongue and just managed to refrain. Causing the words to stumble awkwardly from his lips.


"Speech"