You are getting hungry.
The sun reaches its highest point in the sky.
A final glimmer of red light marks the red moon Jihae's slow descent.
The robust gray dwarf takes a deep breath and lifts his horn to his lips.
The robust gray dwarf sounds an ear-shattering blast with his horn.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba snarls faintly as he grasps
hold of his ears, casting a dark gaze over toweards the robust gray dwarf.

You think:
     "That ain't too good of an omen.."

You slow down and start moving carefully.

Moving along cautiously, the figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba
slips into a crowd of mercenaries moving along the stone path.

Remaining towards the center of a group of troopers, the figure in a dusty
hooded, brown military aba approaches the gates, his head remaining ducked
low.

The rugged, brown-haired woman watches as you approach the gate.
Ok.

w moving along inside of a crowd of mercenaries

The monstrous, battle-scarred mul and you salute each other.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
The Gateway to the T'zai Byn [ESW]
   Massive gray stone arches mark the entrance to the T'zai Byn, also known
as the Allanaki Mercenaries' Guild. A large black banner bearing a purple
dragon hangs proudly across the thick stone wall to the north, while arches
open to the east, south, and west. A heavy wooden gate is set beneath the
eastern arch, while a small courtyard is visible through the western arch.
Warriors' Way lies to the south.
   The hustle and bustle of the road to the south can be heard, and a large
amount of traffic passes in that direction. Most of the people here form a
line before the gate to the east.
The obsidian-skinned dwarf is here, holding his swords at the ready.
The hulking, dark gray half-giant stands here, looking around slowly.
The scar-faced green elf scratches his belly as he keeps watch here.
The rugged, gray-haired woman stands beside the massive gate here.
The rugged, war-braided man keeps watch over the courtyard here.
The solid, sun-darkened half-giant is here, looming over the crowd.

The rugged, brown-haired woman closes the gate from the other side.

You think:
     "That was easia 'an last time,..just have te keep outta sight of
sergeants an such on the streets now.."

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba slips out from the crowd of
troopers, watching as they march down along the road, rambling about ale.

You think:
     "Now's me chance!"

You speed your pace a little.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba reaches up a hand to tug
his hood lower over his face.

***the disobedient bynsman continues along into the bazaar***

s his head ducked low
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
Merchant's Cross [NESW]
   Two roads intersect here, the hardpacked ruts of Merchant's Road
colliding with the smoother but equally dusty surface of Warrior's Way,
which leads northward.  From the west comes a mingling of noises and strong
scents, marking the presence of Allanak's Main Bazaar, held at bay by a tall
stone arch.

You slow down and start moving carefully.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba glances about cautiously a
moment as he slips into the crowds of the bazaar.

<92/137/99>w his head ducked low
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
The Main Bazaar [NESW]
   The clamor, tumult, and melange of smells that make up the bewildering
chaos of Allanak's main bazaar fill the air.  Crowds jostle each other on
every side, in a constant jumble of shouts, arguments, and conversations.
Merchants from both Allanak and afar trade goods and services, throughout
the day and night.  Tents and stalls are scattered throughout the bazaar,
vendors and beggars vying fiercely for prime spots.  The dry air is filled
with the red dust kicked up into the air by the constant movement of the
crowds, as well as the mingled smell of cooking foods, perfumes, spilled
wines and attars, the reek of tanning and dyeing vats, and unwashed bodies
to every side.
A small stand selling various implements of war has been erected here.

You are getting hungry.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba paces slowly through the
bazaar, cursing about the sands as he attempts to observe the crowds.

A tousled, sun-bleached nomad has arrived from the south.

You think:
     "Feck,.a mercenary could easily approach me from 'hind wit' all of
these sands an I wouldn't be able te see him till it was too late."

You think:
     "Feck! Tis that a sergeant,..he can't catch me out here at chore time!"

You search for a good place to hide.

You attempt to hide yourself.

In a swift movement the figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba ducks
and weaves his way quickly through the crowds and the raging sands, lowering
himself under an empty display table.

A tousled, sun-bleached nomad walks west.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba peers out from under the
table, waiting a moment for a couple of hooded figures in brown, military
abas to walk past his location.

You think:
     "I dun't think they saw me,..at least, I hope not."

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba slips out quickly from
underneath the display table, making cautious haste through the crowds.

Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
The Main Bazaar [NESW]
   The clamor, tumult, and melange of smells that make up the bewildering
chaos of Allanak's main bazaar fill the air.  Crowds jostle each other on
every side, in a constant jumble of shouts, arguments, and conversations.
Merchants from both Allanak and afar trade goods and services, throughout
the day and night.  Tents and stalls are scattered throughout the bazaar,
vendors and beggars vying fiercely for prime spots.  The dry air is filled
with the red dust kicked up into the air by the constant movement of the
crowds, as well as the mingled smell of cooking foods, perfumes, spilled
wines and attars, the reek of tanning and dyeing vats, and unwashed bodies
to every side.
A small stand constructed of barrels and crates sits here.
A flame-haired elf is here, casually weaving through the crowd.
The cruel-eyed, blue-robed templar stands here, watching the crowds coldly.


The Main Bazaar [NESW]
   The clamor, tumult, and melange of smells that make up the bewildering
chaos of Allanak's main bazaar fill the air.  Crowds jostle each other on
every side, in a constant jumble of shouts, arguments, and conversations.
Merchants from both Allanak and afar trade goods and services, throughout
the day and night.  Tents and stalls are scattered throughout the bazaar,
vendors and beggars vying fiercely for prime spots.  The dry air is filled
with the red dust kicked up into the air by the constant movement of the
crowds, as well as the mingled smell of cooking foods, perfumes, spilled
wines and attars, the reek of tanning and dyeing vats, and unwashed bodies
to every side.
A small stand constructed of barrels and crates sits here.
A flame-haired elf is here, casually weaving through the crowd.
The cruel-eyed, blue-robed templar stands here, watching the crowds coldly.

The mighty sun begins to crawl across the western sky.

***as he lets his guard slip, a former bynner now in the militia suspects
him of skipping***

You speed your pace a little.

A human soldier gazes at the figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba
curiously a moment before approaching him through the crowds.

A human soldier gestures towards the figure in a dusty hooded, brown
military aba's aba and then narrows his eyes.

You think:
     "Feck, he could've very well been in the byn 'fore he was a soldier,.I
gotta stay calm though."

Mumbling a bit as he regards the human soldier, you ask, in sirihish:
     "I uhm,.s'pose yer wonderin why I ain't at my chores now since I'm a
runna eh?..ye must've known the byn schedule sometime yerself too eh?"

A human soldier nods to the figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba,
his gaze still set coldly upon him.

Speaking up as he addresses a human soldier, you say, in sirihish:
     "Well I'm uhm, on a chore fer a sarge, he said it was more important
'an trainin at the time,..I gotta run ova te salaar fer 'im y'see? Tis the
only reason I'm not at chores."

The rugged, sun-bronzed slave has arrived from the west.

A human soldier narrows his eyes a moment before dropping a firm nod to the
figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba and returning to his post.

The human soldier walks west.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba draws in a deep breath as
he moves hurriedly away from a human soldier, blending back into the crowds.

w weaving through the crowds

You think:
     "I have te get te a more secluded place 'fore I'm questioned again.."

Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
The Main Bazaar [NESW]
   The clamor, tumult, and melange of smells that make up the bewildering
chaos of Allanak's main bazaar fill the air.  Crowds jostle each other on
every side, in a constant jumble of shouts, arguments, and conversations.
Merchants from both Allanak and afar trade goods and services, throughout
the day and night.  Tents and stalls are scattered throughout the bazaar,
vendors and beggars vying fiercely for prime spots.  The dry air is filled
with the red dust kicked up into the air by the constant movement of the
crowds, as well as the mingled smell of cooking foods, perfumes, spilled
wines and attars, the reek of tanning and dyeing vats, and unwashed bodies
to every side.
The brazen-looking, earless elven male sits here cross-legged, making
baskets.

***he continues, pursuing his dream in becoming the only runner to
successfuly evade the watchful authority of the byn on latrine day***

Several merchants ranting about their wares approach the figure in a dusty
hooded, brown military aba.

Speeding up his pace as he calls over his shoulder at a few merchants, you
exclaim, in sirihish:
     "I ain't interested!"

You think:
     "This place is -definately- too public..there must be somewhere."

s weaving through the crowds
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
The Main Bazaar [NESW]
   The clamor, tumult, and melange of smells that make up the bewildering
chaos of Allanak's main bazaar fill the air.  Crowds jostle each other on
every side, in a constant jumble of shouts, arguments, and conversations.
Merchants from both Allanak and afar trade goods and services, throughout
the day and night.  Tents and stalls are scattered throughout the bazaar,
vendors and beggars vying fiercely for prime spots.  The dry air is filled
with the red dust kicked up into the air by the constant movement of the
crowds, as well as the mingled smell of cooking foods, perfumes, spilled
wines and attars, the reek of tanning and dyeing vats, and unwashed bodies
to every side.
   To the west is a sectioned-off area, where several beasts can be
seen.
The purple-haired elven woman sits here, behind a mat bearing some goods.

It is early afternoon on Nekrete, the 16th day of the Ascending Sun,
In the Year of Desert's Peace, year 58 of the 20th Age.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba spares a brief glance into
the sky, his face set in a scowl.

You think:
     "I swear krath is prolonging its time in the sky just te spite me."

You think:
     "Feck!"

You search for a good place to hide.

You attempt to hide yourself.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba quickly ducks behind a
wooden stand, narrowly escaping the path of several mercenaries moving their
way through the crowds.

You are hungry.
The late, red sun descends toward the western horizon.

You think:
     "I gotta be more careful,..next time I may just save all 'is trouble
and actually do me chores.."

You slow down and start moving carefully.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba slips out from behind the
stand, observing his surroundings as carefully as he can.

<92/137/99>w his head ducked low
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
Entrance to the Bazaar [NEW]
   Here on the outskirts of Allanak's Main Bazaar, the clamor, tumult and
melange of smells that make up its bewildering but distinctive chaos fill
the air, assaulting every sense.  Crowds jostle each other on every side, in
a constant jumble of shouts and conversations.   A scattering of tents and
stalls in a variety of shapes and sizes fills the area, vendors arguing
fiercely with beggars in contest for the best spots.  The dry air is full of
thick red dust stirred up by the constant movement of the crowd, along with
the mingled reek of cooking foods, perfumes, spilled wine and attars,
tanning and dying vats, and unwashed bodies to every side.
   To the north is a sectioned-off area, where several beasts can be
seen.  Meleth's Circle lies to the west, providing welcome exit from the din
of the Bazaar.
The lean, frizzy-haired elf slouches against a wall.

You speed your pace a little.

***he continues along onto templars way***

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba moves in stride with a
group of commoners moving along the road, opposite the side of a templar and
several guards.

Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
Templars' Way [NSW]
   Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
templars and soldiers who use this way.
   To the west, Stonecarver's Road leads into the reek and noise of the
commoners' quarter.

Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
Stonecarver's Road [EW]
   The rounded flagstones of Stonecarver's Road, the ragged cracks
separating them barely visible beneath the layers of sand and dirt, lead
through the Commoner's Quarter, winding through a ramshackle collection of
mud brick houses and hide tents.  The air is still and thick, dense with
both the city's odors and the constant clamor of its inhabitants.
   To the east, the broader expanse of Templar's Way opens up.
   A small warehouse lies to the north, but lies in burned ruins
as it has recently been burned to the ground.

You think:
     "I doubt few sergeants er troopas have a reason te be here..but just in
case I should still keep an eye out."

You think:
     "Glad I brought along 'at extra bread.."

You get a loaf of brown bread from a dusty hooded, brown military aba.
It is very light.

A couple of small children scurry quickly over towards the figure in a dusty
hooded, brown military aba, eyeing his food and licking their lips.

Grimacing at the pair of kids, you exclaim, in sirihish:
     "Get away from me, this bread is mine!"

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba raises the bread hurriedly
to his thin lips, devouring it in a few bites.

You eat part of a loaf of brown bread.

You eat a half eaten loaf of brown bread.

<92/137/99>l s
To the south is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
Nothing.

You think:
     "The alleyway!,.a perfect place just te be sure,..I gotta keep an eye
out fer thugs though."

s slipping between two buildings
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
A Shadowy Alleyway [NS]
   A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling buildings
made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows across the
hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it.  Thick with shadows, it smells of
decay and urine.  A multitude of noises from the bustling outside filter
into its confines, resounding against the ancient, timeworn bricks.


You slow down and start moving carefully.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba begins to move cautiously
along through the alleyway, his boots forming heavy prints in piles of dirt
and debris along the way.

Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
A Shadowy Alleyway [NS]
   A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling buildings
made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows across the
hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it.  Thick with shadows, it smells of
decay and urine.  A multitude of noises from the bustling outside filter
into its confines, resounding against the ancient, timeworn bricks.

The sound of a blood-curtling scream reverbrates through the alleyway,
causing the figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba to shudder where he
stands.

You search for a good place to hide.

You attempt to hide yourself.

The figure in a dusty hooded, brown military aba quickly ducks into a corner
heavy with shadows provided by walls of a dilapidated building.

You think:
     "Yes,..I think chores would've been a good alternative to this."