Wandering the lands, Lucas had found himself in the land known as Rose Garden. He remembers the area from his childhood, but didn't remember it being anywhere near as lively. It seemed like a festival was going on everyday, 24/7, but this was better expressed at night given all the beautiful lights. Blues, Greens, Reds, Yellows, even ominous Purples were hung overhead in lanterns by strings stretching from rooftop to rooftop. Crowded streets, laughing and playing children, romancing teens, ripening couples, and golden and well aged elders. They were all out and about shopping and enjoying what the streets had to offer.
Somewhere on the roadside, Lucas had decided to set up a small stand himself, but instead of a stand it was more so just a section he had claimed for himself. A nice gaudy carpet laid out on the ground, he sat on it cross legged, with an accumulation of things in front of him and the wall of a building behind him. This wall though was covered with a red carpet like the one he sat on, making this small section have more of Lucas' influence on it. In front of him on this carpet he had see through red and blue dice, two lanterns, both lit, but burning with scented candles that had a sweet scent, some blank slips of paper, and the trade mark of all roadside gypsies a stray monkey that lingered on his shoulder as he waited for an interesting soul. Clothed in what he normally wore, his casual samurai clothing, he was simply cross legged as he sat patiently with a brown small chimp on his shoulder.
Somewhere on the roadside, Lucas had decided to set up a small stand himself, but instead of a stand it was more so just a section he had claimed for himself. A nice gaudy carpet laid out on the ground, he sat on it cross legged, with an accumulation of things in front of him and the wall of a building behind him. This wall though was covered with a red carpet like the one he sat on, making this small section have more of Lucas' influence on it. In front of him on this carpet he had see through red and blue dice, two lanterns, both lit, but burning with scented candles that had a sweet scent, some blank slips of paper, and the trade mark of all roadside gypsies a stray monkey that lingered on his shoulder as he waited for an interesting soul. Clothed in what he normally wore, his casual samurai clothing, he was simply cross legged as he sat patiently with a brown small chimp on his shoulder.