Tea Time
Tenebrae - Sunday, September 10, 2017, 7:55 PM
-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A07: Lower Alexandria Market District *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-
Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.
For all its commerce, visitors are advised to keep hold of their purses. Even the merchants possess a certain, cunning look. Most are positioned at carts or stalls as opposed to a formal storefront, with trade here being mobile, and visiting from all parts of the world.
Though the quality of goods suffers here compared to Upper Alexandria, the options are more diverse. Too, the oversight of the Watch is slightly less, and during times events are held at the Arena, chaos abounds. After dark, the square becomes a hangout for bards and other entrepreneurs whose business is best conducted by night; the shadows at the edges of the square often contain furtive figures engaging in their own brand of business.
Mikilos idly wanders the market, a book in hand, a small orb of light hovering near his shoulder to illuminate the text as the sky darkens. A chilly wind blows in from the sea, ruffeling the wizards robes as he strolls. Blinking absently, the tall man pauses as his pack begins to whistle.
Bandaged, dirty and grumbling, Lodi also is trodding through the market. He's not too concerned with light, the dwarf functioning just fine without too much light. Dark eyes glance back and forth, looking for anyone hawking healing potions.
Mikilos has no potions; well, maybe, who knows what a wizard has in his pockets? But he does has a kettle, whisteling as it steams, pulled from his backpack, followed by a saucer, cup, and tea packet. Setting the china upon the air in front of him, the elf goes about brewing a fresh cup in the middle of the street. Because wizard.
The teaset causes the dwarf to pause. "Yer carryin' fragiles around with ya, in a backpack? Are ya daft?" Charming, is Lodi. And of course it floats in air. The dwarf stands there, not even sure how to process this.
Mikilos mmmms absently, and takes a sip. Mmmmm, tea. "I'd wager your axe would break before my tea set." Glancing over, the elf frowns a moment, peering at the blade in question. "...perhaps not the axe. Dagger, maybe."
Lodis bushy brow goes up, the question of weapon integrity there. "Ya have magic, that's clear. I ain't for taking a fool's wager. My steel is damn fine, regardless of how it holds up against wizardry."
Mikilos nods. "Exactly. Though I wouldn't actaully try it. I'm still testing this design. Seems stable, but I don't know what would happen if it actually broke. likely best not to find out anywhere but a secure lab. Anyway, looks like a good blade, though I don't quite recognize the runes. Stonebreaker clan?"
Lodi shakes his head. "Close. Stonehart." He explains, stepping a bit closer. "Ya think that'll explode?" He looks cautiously at the floating teaset. "Even more reason to not have it in a knapsack, yeah?"
Mikilos shrugs. "Magic knapsack. And no, not explode. Well, I doubt it anyway. Burst into flames, perhaps. Most likely just stop working. There's only so much can guess about until actually building something and trying it out. And with the way things are going, may be a need for hot food without flames that can be seen by enemies. But for today, tea will do."
Lodi looks to the backpack, then to Mikilos again. "Ya got chairs in there too? Furniture?" He wonders, pausing to sractch at his arm - absently.
Mikilos chuckles. "No, nothing quite so large. It's bigger on the inside, but not by a lot. My arcane reagents, some books, tools, basic supplies. Things I might need if get called away to whatever emergency might happen to pop up."
Lodi harumphs. "Be good to keep stuff in fer campin, then. Tents and such?" He wonders. "Or are those too big as well?" Seems he's new to magic, no surprise really.
Mikilos shakes his head. "Could fit a medium tent. Rolled up, of course, but I don't have one. Blankets, rope, and stakes to make a shelter if need be, but not quite the same."
There's a nod from the dwarf. "Ya don't happen to be an alchemist, aye?" He wonders after a moment. "Or know of one who might be sellin potions to heal?" He pats the bandage on his chest. "Took a bit of a lump from a big bug, savin' a child from the sewers."
Mikilos nods, then shakes his head. "Potions, yes, but not the healing sort. One of the domains barred to arcane spells. Temples are west across the river, then south through the fairgrounds. Can likely find something or another here in the Market, but if you're not in a rush the Temples are the way to go." He considers a moment. "Or the Colosseum is just to the west, if that's more your speed. They usually have healers about, but tend to be the sort to tell you to rub some dirt on it and walk it off."
Lodi hrms, nodding again. "I'll check out both, then." A nod of appreciation. "Thank ya for the information, friend. Lodi Stoneheart. Pleased to meetcha." He offers over a stubby hand.
Mikilos accepts the offered hand with a firm grip. "Mikilostravia Abrioudelanarchie Mithralla, though for obvious reasons, most sitck to just 'Mikilos.'"
Lodi gives a nod and a firm shake. "One hell of a name, there. Family tradition?" He wonders. "Or somethin' ya picked up along the way?"
Mikilos laughs. "Family, mostly. Add in titles and it gets much longer. For a while I thought a name should tell who you are, but it's never more than a lot of words. Who a person really is shall ever be more than can be easily told."
Lodi nods. "So ya do adventurin around here? Part of the guild? Or are ya just a researcher sort of wizard?" He wonders, finding a spot in the grass to sit down in. Furniture not required!
Mikilos waves vaugely. "A bit of both. I mostly stick to the libaries and lab, but now and again I get out and about. More likely, something pops up within the city that needs swiftly dealt with. The seige of Sendor was the last time I left the city for an extended period."
Lodi huhs. "Ya were in a siege? As the attackers or defender?" He wonders, fingers fastiduously working at his beard.
Mikilos ehs, and considers a few moments. "Attacker, I guess. Was an occupied city, we snuck in and joined the Resistance. We smuggled supplies, mostly food and information, to others inside. Lived in the sewers during the winter, hiding from patrols, minimal rations and supplies. Not something I care to go though ever again. Have several magic items that provide food and warmth, just in case ever get into anything vaugely similar."
Lodi shivers and grumbles at the mention of the sewers. "Ain' a fan of those stinkin' tunnels." He mutters, looking up at the elf. "Even with magic to make it better."
Mikilos nods, and shrugs. "Never a fun place, though the otyugh were surprisingly civil. Stinky, ugly, and gross, but civil."
Lodi blinks at that. "Yer jokin' about that. A dung beast, civil?" Not like a dwarf really has a civility setting either, but still!
Mikilos nods, and perks an ear. "They're really quite intelligent, if odd. But I'm afraid I need to go. Someone at the shop. Was a pleasure meeting you, Lodi Stoneheart."
Lodi nods. "And nice to meet ya as well, Mikilos. I should wander o'er to the temple to check on me wounds. Be safe out there."
Mikilos nods, bows politely, and then, is gone. No flash, no smoke, just... gone. The teaset and kettle with him. Wizards.