stop & shop

With Jael still too weak to travel, sending Wake in her stead seemed like a decent choice. The boy had a shopping list for the market, one that was damn near as long as his leg. Taking Tide along for the trip was... perhaps a bit questionable, especially when he had more useful siblings. Still, the boy was better than nothing, and carrying everything back to the Raiders would be a chore. It would keep him out of Jael's hair while she was recovering, and Wake couldn't complain too much without hurting her feelings.

Arriving in the Col, Wake fixes Tide with a stern warning. "Listen here, Bait boy. No funny business, no reflecting badly on our parents, no... fuckery. Don't make me bail your dumb ass out again. Meet me back here at dusk." The words are grim, coming from an older sibling that's way too tired to be dealing with whatever trouble Tide has already cooked up. Hanging a small pouch of trade goods around the child's neck, enough for whatever snacks or trinkets the boy could actually want, Wake sent him on his way.

Alright, now to sort out the things on the list. Winding through the bustling market, at least it's enough to drown out the constant noise in Wake's head. A lit spliff hanging from his lip and a grim expression on his face, it's all pretty standard for market day.

"Wake"