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When it came Azazel's time they quieted down again. Eagerly they watched, Ooo'ing when appropriate and clapping for the end. But for this particular item a few hands shot up, mostly from females. 'When can I buy one?!' 'Yes when??' 'I want one too' the crowd shifted and bobbed.
As she stood and waited for the next show, her eyes slid over to the wall of the shed. Ooh. Oh my. Is he watching me? I thought only Ithilwen was that intrusive. Furrowing her brows she thought for a moment until she smiles and bounced on her toes. Taking a breath she closed her eyes for a just a moment before smiling lightly. There. I should be invisible to him now.
Hmph'ing with a fraction of satisfaction, she turned her attention to the tall and handsome male with an apron on. Her irises glimmered and along with a few other females in the crowd, there was a quiet but definite sigh. He must be one of those Frostarians.. She mused as he displayed his handy crossbow. It seemed very precise, but probably only to a seasoned weapons handler. She could tell he was one, he looked like the military type, or one who liked the sight of blood.
But, rather than exit normally, the Southerner instead triggered his stealth drive, letting him exit without being physically seen by anybody who wasn't actively concentrating on spotting his high-caliber invisibility spell. Rather, they would just see the door swing a bit, and he would slip out and wait until Azazel was done with his demonstration. After all, it would probably be better for him to take all the attention, feminine or otherwise. Hakon had, after all, come to Zenith to escape one obsessed female. That, and the Frostarians as a whole seemed to possess some manner of animal magnetism that seemed to urge males and females of all manners to flock to them in droves.
As he concluded with explaining the crossbow, not even noticing his compatriot's absence, he began to start on some of the other tools and weapons within their shack he and Hakon had just began mass producing.
The stall was selling weapons, yes. But it was perfectly fine. There were few, but very important laws regulating weapons sales and ownership in Zenith but those who broke them were heavily penalized. It was rare to see a charge go unnoticed, even underground criminals became frantic when they assumed they were close to being found out.
Either option would certainly be more than enough entertainment for the people who came here to see. After all, the more they enjoyed the demonstration, the more likely they'd be to purchase what they were shown. The Southerner only hoped that they wouldn't garner the ire of the local law enforcement, provided he himself was unfamiliar with how weapons and enchanted items were regulated in this city.
As the sales pitches and show went on, people come and went, the crowd slowly dwindling as the sun traveled across the sky.
Of course, once his showcase was up, and the evening had set in, he would help with sales, retrieve necessary items, and overall aid in the process of closing down for the evening. Once this is all wrapped up, he sits down against the side of the building, relaxing and taking in the day's work. He didn't have a place to stay, and much of the day's profits would likely be going toward refreshing their supplies or perhaps the purchase of additional materials for new items.
Like all metropolises, crime was abundant. Every kingdom, city, or city-state had an underground and Zenith was no different. Miscreant was more than an exceptional term to address and encompass most criminals ranging from petty thief or pickpocket to the typical Friday night drunkard who happened to get into a bar fight that eve. However, this did not erase the existence of criminal organizations in Zenith's underground. In fact, the petty crime that ran rampant (yet was never really a large issue, the Zenithian guardsmen, though appearing extremely militarized, handle thousands of such cases a day with utmost ease) only added to the perceived serenity of Zenith.
That was a lie. Zenith was serene. It wasn't some police state or city at war with itself. I paint the Kingdom of the Sun in such dreary light.
The criminal organizations, such as the Boff Syndicate, was one of three powerful underground organizations that operated with utmost discretion. As previously stated, the Zenithian guardsmen were rather militarized for seemingly domesticate police. It was the fact that they were so militarized that frightened the criminals of Zenith's underground. Were any major operations to be discovered, the guardsmen of Zenith would be upon them in an instant. When the smoke would settle, Boff and any other criminal would be prostrate before King Zeus before being thrown into the dungeon.
I digress.
The magi and demonness Winnielle Castus was known within the royal courts as an aid to the archmage of Zenith Ithilwen. To those in the street she was simply a pretty face with no other identity. Pretty faces such as these typically drew the twisted interest of those who inhabited the streets late at night.
"Hey there, beautiful," came a voice from the darkness. Two figures were procured from a nearby alleyway. One was hunched and crocodilian in appearance. The other held a more humanoid figure with purple skin and blue hair. Feet could be heard on the pavement behind the mage, clearly communicating that she was surrounded.
The pale female jumped a little, her skin crawling at the sound of the voice. Pausing her walk, she turns to look at the voice, her golden eyes shining. "Uh.. Good evening.." she said softly, a tickle feeling traveling up her back as she looked around, sensing more eyes were on her.
Aside from the purple guy, two green goblins stood behind the echantress with an even larger orc looming behind them, his skin patchy and a massive overbite protruding from his face to further accentuate two large tusks.
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"Enough games," hissed the purple-skinned one, clearly impatient. "Give us what you have on you and nothing bad will happen."
Orc behind her rose an eyebrow. The purple guy wasn't necessarily a man of his word and besides, even if she did comply, how could she possibly defend herself against the strength of the five thieves?
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The two easily made their way through whatever remained of the crowd. Both individuals would have easily cut a swathe through any large crowd given their size. Thankfully no such thing was necessary. As the sunlight waned into the darkness and the moon rose up in the night's sky the people of Zenith would eventually retreat to their homes. Although the number of city-goers dwindled, there was still a fair amount of people out and about. It was a metropolis after all.
The street began to open up into one of many squares that would contain political buildings. Frostaria wasn't the only nation-state to have a political relationship with the Kingdom of the Sun. A large square building, two stories in height, stood before with protected by wall and metal gate occupied by guards.
"Here we are."
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