Another day of the same old bustle at the market, it was getting quite irritating by now, day in and day out bartering and haggling for the best deals, to learn the trade. Plan caravan routes, to learn the trade. His father was still determined to make him into a merchant.
He huffed softly as he pressed the door shut again, stepping into the small house he had recieved from none other than his father. It was a nice house and he was more than grateful for it. But he didn't want to spend his days behind a musty desk. No, Arden wanted adventure. He xanted to see the world, while he physically wasn't one of the youngest anymore, he still had a strong desire to travel.
Arden walked through the small living room, pulling up one of the flasks of water, bringing it up to his lips and sipping from it, sitting down at the small table.