Snippet #1933511

Annon gave a coy smirk as he disembarked from his small slew he had employed 3 sailors to get it where he needed to go as his nautical experience was lacking at best. He had just landed in the city of Daggerford and he was ecstatic about the potential money to be made from unleashing a new drug into the city of the town. After all the Divine killed most if not all pains emotional and physical, the substance made the user listless and uncaring for hours yet the comedown was most unpleasant and always left the user searching for more. He carries the box containing the cakes of Opium on his back as he walked into the town he had sent a message weeks before he left to procure a license to sell wares in the city yet left what was being sold unknown. He walked towards the bazaar instrument in hand as he plucked away on the strings singing a soulful tune of home attempting to attract positive attention to himself the pipe that hung from his lips let a sickly sweet perfume into the air as the “divine” inside slowly burned away. He was addicted to the substance himself, but years of use left him tolerant to the drug the only thing it did to him now was quench the painful cravings it had left him with and gave his attitude a well needed lift. He casually walked into the well crowded market place setting the box down under his foot to attract any inquisitive customers as plucked away a new tune. Something uplifting to bring in the people as the unusual and sweet smoke drifted from his pipe like tobacco made of flowers. It landed hard upon the nose and even the mere scent could make people want to try it after all that’s how it gained the name the “Divine”. He sang a simple song at those who walked by enticing them to try his wares, he always had a standard let them try for free once they will always come back for more, He thought in his head. “Come one come all it calls to you, The divine the pleasant the epitome to, It will fix your troubles in just one use, Its perfection, sedation, and it’s all for you.” As he plucks away on the string looking up at the passer bys a smirk loomed across his face, his pipe was brass and shone in the sun yet with expertise he could smoke it while he played. His eyes flicked left to right with an unnatural appearance like that of an animal looking for it’s next victim. Yet his music rang loud through the air and even the most un-tide-able of people could not at least help to see where it was coming from. Within the hour he was handing out a small portion of free samples to the local populace and his bait was set now all he had to wait for was the trap to snap.