It was just another day in Essyrn for most people. To go about their day in the city built around the oasis. It was a fairly spectacular city to have been built up and stayed successful despite all the problems that living in the desert accomplished. Now people flocked to the city, and for good reasons as well. After all, people needed a haven from the desert sun, the bitings winds, and the stinging sands. This was the place to be, this was the absolute place to live for most humans in the desert. It was one of those safe places for those who couldn't survive in such an inhospitable place.
Yes...inhospitable. That is what the humans thought the desert was.
There were tribes however who lived quite happily, travelling from place to place, or even finding another small oasis and setting up camp there. None would ever find a place as good as Essyrn of course, where the oasis would forever be there providing life. Some were lucky enough though, and some were able to make a good life for themselves. Like the Vin 'El tribe was a good example of that. Now one of them was sent into the great city of Essyrn for trade.
He willingly did so of course, because he absolutely loved visiting Essyrn. There was more water here than he could ever imagine (Though, he had heard of the ocean and it's vast quantities of undrinkable water.) and there were more things to do here than he could shake a stick at. The only thing that soured his demeanour was the face that he had a friend along with him, another member of the Vin 'El tribe.
The trade caravan was five camels in total, with canvas sacks and bags on each one of them. They were all tied together by special reigns to make them follow the lead camel, which had one member of the Vin 'El tribe on it, while the rear was brought up with another Vin 'El on the rear camel. One seemed to be in good spirits, while the other was anything but. Both of them had dark almost caramel coloured skin, though the man at the front of the group had light brown hair, while the one at the back at dull black hair, with a long braid coming from the middle of the back of his head. It was tied up with thin golden chains, like they were strings to keep his hair into a braid. The brown haired man just had his hair in a ponytail. Both of them had long ears that shot up over their heads and curved forward like they were goats of some kind.
However, they were far from being ungulates.
The man at the rear had triangle pupils and orange eyes, which stared at the back of his camel's head, muttering something to himself in a strange language. "Vistin all'igor grin'tak dor." The man muttered to himself as he kept his gaze where it was. He was ALWAYS the one who got to go into town, he didn't NEED to have another person come with him. So it took him an extra day to leave the city, big deal! They never needed him back right away anyway! He was doing reconnaissance work, finding out if the people knew anything, or if they found anything interesting in their travels. Yes. That was exactly it.
It wasn't that he liked to watch the locals, or smell the exotic smells of the tavern, or even flirt with a few of the girls, despite knowing that he could never do a whole lot with them. They were all so beautiful, but none of them were really...bonding worthy.
"Gaivit Den Capric, Vist Alvain!" His companion called to him over his shoulder and he looked up, glaring sand encrusted daggers at him. Cheer up. Yeah, he could cheer up. The moment they got into the merchant square he was going to ditch his friend and do what he usually did. Drink milk and water in a tavern, laughing it up with the locals. He adjusted the light airy sand coloured shirt he wore, carefully adjusting the little ties at the front to ensure that people could see his torso better. He wasn't heavily muscled, well, he wasn't...really muscled at all, but he did look good. Athletic, that's what someone had called him once, and it was true. He looked fast after all. He thought himself handsome, devilishly handsome.
And not many could deny it!
As they finally got into the market square, both of them hopped off their camels and met in the middle. "Gevi Del Int-" The first one began to speak but the second one cut him off quickly. "No, we speak trader's tongue now. People think us talk about them in our tongues, and insult them." It was apparent he wasn't too well versed in the trader's tongue, at least...not as good as he believed. "But my hate speaking tongue. So many oddness, hard to say. We need speak our language, Capric." The second one complained. "Don't worry, I speak it nice, and make try, they will be happy at least." Capric explained to his friend who nodded. With that, the two of them split up, Capric taking three of the camels, while his friend took two of them. Capric put in orders quickly, sold his merchandise quickly, tied his camels to a post and quickly ducked into a tavern.
"Capric! You sand covered cur!" The bartender called to him, and he quickly grinned and rushed over to the man. He set up a glass of cold milk for Capric, who took it and quickly drank from it. "Ahh...many gratefuls to you my friend...it has been tall day." Capric told him as he settled onto a bar stool and stretched. "Well, take a load off my friend and enjoy." With that the bartender wandered off to serve his patrons, while Capric sipped the glass of milk and looked at the well lit tavern. Hopefully there was a nice woman around to take his mind off his bad mood.
