Snippet #1140082

"You there, Sir! You look like a man who would appreciate good quality fabric!" The vendor laid a rectangular shaped piece of red cloth on the table of his stand in the Market District of Volren. "This comes all the way from Coronia, its material is second to none." Kural looked down at the material, gently pressing his hand on it and rubbing his hand on it. Others stood around the vendor as well, his loud, boisterous voice could be heard three streets away. "Ah, you see Sir! Cloth like this isn't available anywhere else in Volren!" Kural looked up at the cloth with an uninterested expression on his face. "Please stop shouting." The man flinched back a little and went back to smiling not even a second later, ignoring the comment. "So, how about it, Sir? Are you amazed by the quality." Kural removed his hand. "Fake..." The vendor looked at him wide-eyed as the near whisper comment made a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. "Fake?! What makes you believe something so outlandish?!" The Vendors loud voice ended up being his undoing as now everyone around the stall was focused in on the conversation. "Your mind. It says this was made the night before last in your inn room." Whispers from the crowd, 'magic?', 'fake?', 'what does he mean by mind?', 'Is he reading mine?' began to circle around Kural. He had no interest in the fabric since he saw it. Even someone who does not hold value in the physical world can become homesick from time to time and he had been gone from the Forest for a few weeks now. He sensed it would be best for him to leave as his actions might have consequences. He began to walk at a brisk pace through the street, becoming lost in the crowd of people.

It had been nearly nine hundred years since his last time in Volren. He was amazed at how much the city had expanded. He remembered when he arrived on the back of a wagon, being dropped into a pull of dirty rain water at the edge of Volren by the owner of the Wagon who didn't notice that Kural had sneaked on in transit. Back then his hair was shorter and he... well he looked about the same physically. Back then he performed small tricks and the like for coins. Whatever it takes to get by, right? He was interested in the world around him, interested in what it could bring. But now, his eyes only focus on what he cannot see. He sometimes wonders if he could go back. He would lose his power, but regain a life. Nevertheless, he cannot go back. It is easy to lose yourself in power, damn hard to find yourself out of it. He scratched the back of his head, realizing that reminiscing about the past will only make him lose focus. Volren's information network was something to be reckoned with and it was what Kural was going to use in order to find the Prince.