Snippet #2732822

It was early in the morning when Aldor woke up. His dream still weighing heavily on his mind, he went about making himself some breakfast. Today was his day off from the medical center, so he decided that he would go out into the town and do some shopping at the marketplace. As he ate he looked at the seat across the table from his own. It pained him to think about what had happened, how Talon had left him because he found out about Aldor's ancestral heritage. Talon didn't want to be seen with a Dark Elf, even if he was only half Dark Elf.

After shedding a few tears and finishing his food, Aldor got dressed and went into town. The market was in the center of town so he had a long walk as he lived at the edge of town. He browsed around the various stands selling everything from food to clothing. A trading post was set up at one end of the market which was always getting new interesting items from people passing through from other places around the world. There was also a blacksmith at the other end of the market run by an elf, an orc and a human excelling in the armors and weapons of their races. As he walked through town he got the usual angry looks from those that were against magic users. It was strange to see those looks even from other elves, as not all elves possessed magical abilities regardless of the race. These non-magical elves were sadly not above turning on their own kind.

Aldor stopped at one of the stands and picked up a few bottles of Keloqian ale and blackberry brandy. He didn't want to be alone, but if he had to be, then he was going to make it as bearable as possible. He also bought some venison and lamb before going back to browsing the market. His senses were telling him that he should linger there a while longer before heading home. He felt as though something was trying to get his attention but he couldn't place what just yet.