Snippet #1937971

Annon blinks a little turning from the group under the tree to his potential customer! Quickly repacking his pipe from the personal stash he kept in his pocket he turned to man and smirked. “Well hello there my friend, do you like what you see?” he asks using a match and a small personal tinderbox to relight his pipe. “I have various grades the darker the cake the more potent it is” He says nodding. “Would you like a sample?” he asks breaking off a small piece of one of the lighter ones packing one of the many reed pipes he kept tucked away in his box for first time customers. “It’s free and I assure you, the effects are quite pleasant” he says as he takes a drag off his own pipe the perfumed smoke wafts past Sirus’s nose.

The bard smiles, it was kind but it still had the look of a salesman inside it. His fingers began to once more drift across his strings, typical stoner one could suppose high and playing music. It was strange tough from the customers you had seen him give free samples to the effects that it gave to him were far different. Half the people that had partaken had hardly made it a hundred free without falling or having to sit down! “In my country we call it the divine for a reason, after all in my opinion its perfect” he says with a light chuckle smoke looming around him as he gave the light laugh.