@Moonie For all that she considered herself a fairly worldly person, Wisteria had never actually been to Essyrn before.
She wasn't sure if she liked it.
It was loud, and hot, and crowded, and so damned
bright. Grumbling to herself, she ducked into the nearest building in an attempt to escape the sun.
Well, it was certainly darker in here. And hotter, stuffy with the scent of incense. She coughed, delicate nose crinkling as her sense of small was almost overloaded, and looked around.
Huh. It seemed she'd stumbled into some sort of den of iniquity. The incense was obviously burning to cover the scent of
whatever it was most of the patrons were smoking, and scantily clad serving girls- no, those were probably slaves- were weaving their way around the dim, stuffy room bearing trays of drinks that did everything from glow to steam to give off colorful sparks.
"Well hello there."
Wish jumped and whirled to face what she assumed was the proprietor of the...store she'd entered. The man grinned at her smarmily, eyes flicking over her in a calculating sort of way she was used to. She was suddenly very glad she was "overdressed" for the Essyrni weather. "What can I do for you, miss? Not often we get foreigners in here."
"I'm looking for someone," she replied after a moment. "If you'd point me in the right direction..."
Her voice trailed off and her eyes widened as she inadvertently glanced around the gathered patrons and nearly choked on her own voice. One of the men lounging back against a pile of cushins, smoking a pipe, seemed to have a slave with him- judging by the way he kept glancing at his companion haughtily and barking quiet orders.
But it wasn't the master that drew her attention. It was the slave. She'd never seen anything like him.