Zen Astair
C-rank || Sabertooth || 506 words || 506 total
Not too much time had passed since Zen's first venture into the world to scour for ingredients and recipes. Unfortunately, he didn't find any distinctive ingredients on his travels, but found a rather interesting recipe for a soup that he wished to try out as soon as he could. Before he even thought about doing so, however, he would need something to cook out of. He probably could ask in the Guild, but that would leave bad taste in his mouth. He would feel better knowing that he paid for the ingredients himself. The question then was.. Where could he go and shop for ingredients? There were some interesting vendors back in Cedar when he was passing through the town. But did he really feel like going back there? /"Not really."/ The young man thought as he put on his blue jeans. He was already familiar with the kind of ingredients and produce he could come across in Ace of Spades, so that was out of the picture. Zen was putting on his blue shirt as he got an idea. /"The capital should have something great for sale, shouldn't it?"/ The theory behind that thought didn't sound bad, Zen just hoped that it would work out. He would be going to the capital, though. That meant that he should probably stock up on some more Jewels. He expected things to be more expensive than what he was used to. Hopefully not as expensive as things in the Rose Garden.
Zen packed light. He didn't even bother taking his coat and he pulled up his sleeves. Only a wallet and a throwing knife adorned his pockets. He was getting too awfully used to the convenience his Guild mark provided him. He still liked it, though. The road to Capital Crocus went by rather fast. Soon enough, he was walking among the people on crowded streets. He wasn't too worried about his wallet, he would know if anybody tried to steal it. What he needed though, was to see where some vendors were. A regular shop would do too, but a street vendor was better. At least most of the time. His eyes scanned for anything that could resemble his quarry, until he finally found the street where he already spotted a number of shops. Almost on the very beginning, there was an elderly lady sitting behind several boxes out on the street, selling some fresh produce. And right next to her, there was a vendor who was selling some decent-looking shirts and t-shirts. A lot of variety of shops, all mixed together. This would be a great shopping session. Zen was not here for the nice-looking shirt that he spotted at the neighboring stand, but the produce that was in front of him. The lady saw that Zen was reaching out for a yam and nodded. "All fresh, as they should be." She would say with a smile. The young man would return that smile. He certainly hoped that the yam was as fresh as she promised.
Zen packed light. He didn't even bother taking his coat and he pulled up his sleeves. Only a wallet and a throwing knife adorned his pockets. He was getting too awfully used to the convenience his Guild mark provided him. He still liked it, though. The road to Capital Crocus went by rather fast. Soon enough, he was walking among the people on crowded streets. He wasn't too worried about his wallet, he would know if anybody tried to steal it. What he needed though, was to see where some vendors were. A regular shop would do too, but a street vendor was better. At least most of the time. His eyes scanned for anything that could resemble his quarry, until he finally found the street where he already spotted a number of shops. Almost on the very beginning, there was an elderly lady sitting behind several boxes out on the street, selling some fresh produce. And right next to her, there was a vendor who was selling some decent-looking shirts and t-shirts. A lot of variety of shops, all mixed together. This would be a great shopping session. Zen was not here for the nice-looking shirt that he spotted at the neighboring stand, but the produce that was in front of him. The lady saw that Zen was reaching out for a yam and nodded. "All fresh, as they should be." She would say with a smile. The young man would return that smile. He certainly hoped that the yam was as fresh as she promised.
NOTES
Shopping adventure, commence! -Zen