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NaNo 2012 chp 5Avrad was the merchants Mecca, a place where they all came to sell their wares. There were weekly markets that people traveled days for, so many of them set up shop there instead of moving their tents constantly. There were those though with their wagons covered and their mules irritable that traveled through, stopping by and setting up shop in the market field.
If you needed something, no matter how rare or strange, you could get it in Avrad. Sanks had been there many times, a few back when he was a child, though he could hardly remember that time. He had seen animals for sale there, as well as fairy slaves and changelings, trinkets, food, jewels, and a few human children. If you went after hours you could buy women, or men, for pleasure, as well as many intricate ornaments or rods. He had asked about them and had received some very disturbing information about their uses.
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NaNo 2012 chp 4It wasn't until the sun had fallen, lost to its daily battle to the harsh temper of the moon that they stopped walking and set up camp. Crin had been complaining constantly for the past few hours, as if he had no need for breath about how he was hungry and tired and there were blisters growing on his blisters. He had said that he hated Sanks a few times, but the man was sure that wasn't true. All that it was was that he wasn't letting the prince get his way and he didn't know how to react to that.
He was sure that he hated Crin though. He was spoiled and annoying, complaining all the time about small things that didn't bother a single one of his subjects over the age of nine. He was sitting on an upturned log, but only after he had inspected it, making sure it wasn't too dirty or old for his tastes. It probably failed but there was nothing that he could do about it. He fell upon it and pouted, wrapping his arms around himself and pouting.
Sanks picked twigs and things off of the ground
NaNo 2012 chp 3Dawn was a bright blip in the distance, the sun pouring out over the horizon as it attempted to take over the sky, a battle it was always destined to win. Sanks was heading back to The Lion's Hole, his hood over his head. He didn't like the sun but at this point it wasn't high enough in the sky to be too much of an issue.
Callous was asleep at his desk, his coins and gold hidden away. He had to have watched all night, what with Grimm upstairs. Sanks readjusted the bag on his back and tapped the ghoul on the shoulder. He woke slowly, a string of yellowed saliva attaching his lip to his hand.
"Whuh?" he asked. There was a small amount of rot showing around his mouth and eyes.
"You're glamour's fading." Sanks warned him before pointing upstairs, "How's pretty boy?"
Callous yawned, there were teeth missing and his breath was acrid, "Grimm? He's still up there."
"You can't tell me you thought I meant Grimm."
"Hmm? Oh pretty boy. You mean the guy who came in here last night. The one with the
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