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Post by Aiguille on Oct 5, 2019 16:31:39 GMT
The young merchant was glad of the unscheduled stop as the carriage was ordered off the road as a procession of soldiers left the gate. Where these re-enforcements for the frontier? Aiguelle left the crowded vehicle so he could pace around and work out the aches of the wearisome journey from Brittany and instinctively checked his clothing for creases that could be shaken free or lint that needed picking or clipping, one had to sell oneself to sells ones wares he reasoned to himself. He looked at the enormous city, no scent of the familiar ocean was present to mask the stench of the metropolis. Where to find a place for a little shop that would pay for itself, there was a bewildering number of towers, steeples and chimneys, still there was an enormous potential amount of customers inside those walls who would trade silver coins for the chance to stand out from their neighbours!
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