Post by Zapos on Jan 26, 2016 23:22:38 GMT -6
The sun hung rather low in the sky as darkness crept up to replace the bright blue Hylian sky. Casting shadows over the market place as busy shoppers started to hurry to grab the last of the things they either needed or wanted to splurge on.
Young couples were slowly starting to replace the families and older couples that kept the market busy during the day. The night belonged to the young who were so high on love... or lust. It also harbored shelter for the underworld of Hyrule. Thieves and murderers wandered the streets, but dared not strike until later in the evening when the guard patrol was more lax in the center of town and more focused on the entrances and on the castle. Human trafficking was also an issue, especially since it was mostly the Gerudo women who did this. As it was told, only one man was born every 100 years in their society. They're women. They have needs. Of course, usually the men (or women) they kidnapped did not live to return home to gloat about their deeds. But, the citizens of the town did have some peace of mind as they were aware of the Assassins of Hyrule. They had been spotted going on patrol and helping to keep crime down in the market square.
Most of the night life however, was focused in a pub located near the castle. Lovingly called 'The Castle Pub'.
You could always find any sort in that pub and drama was kept to a minimum due to how close the pub was to the King. (He even snuck out every once in a while to have a drink the lads)
The smell of ale and beer stained the air was sometimes accompanied by a roasted flank of meat or a piping hot bowl of soup.
Loud voices made it quite near impossible to hear, you could pick up more than enough information here if you needed to. Most of it though was mostly about farming and how Johnny's wife was a whore.
A table near a corner was never usually taken, but tonight, it was. By a rather odd customer.
A Zora.
He sat in the chair and leaned on it, using the wall behind him to support himself and had his fins plopped up on the table. A fishbone guitar and golden trident leaned on the wall next to him and a brown sack hung around his shoulder and down his side.
He was purple and white and had trible tattoos along his arms with a lightning bolt on both arms and on his chest as well. His head fin was of a medium length. (Zora ages were told by this length. It showed he was still a young Zora, but did just reach adulthood) His only article of clothing was a pair of khaki tattered shorts that he probably stole from a dead fisherman or something. He couldn't remember.
The Zora yawned slightly and leaned forward to pick up a drink that sat by his rather smelly feet. He raised it up to his nose and sniffed and grinned.
"Ah. Smells like that same stuff I always stole from those pirates back home."
He thought of his home back in Great Bay for a moment, before chugging the glass down and letting out a rather manly belch.
Young couples were slowly starting to replace the families and older couples that kept the market busy during the day. The night belonged to the young who were so high on love... or lust. It also harbored shelter for the underworld of Hyrule. Thieves and murderers wandered the streets, but dared not strike until later in the evening when the guard patrol was more lax in the center of town and more focused on the entrances and on the castle. Human trafficking was also an issue, especially since it was mostly the Gerudo women who did this. As it was told, only one man was born every 100 years in their society. They're women. They have needs. Of course, usually the men (or women) they kidnapped did not live to return home to gloat about their deeds. But, the citizens of the town did have some peace of mind as they were aware of the Assassins of Hyrule. They had been spotted going on patrol and helping to keep crime down in the market square.
Most of the night life however, was focused in a pub located near the castle. Lovingly called 'The Castle Pub'.
You could always find any sort in that pub and drama was kept to a minimum due to how close the pub was to the King. (He even snuck out every once in a while to have a drink the lads)
The smell of ale and beer stained the air was sometimes accompanied by a roasted flank of meat or a piping hot bowl of soup.
Loud voices made it quite near impossible to hear, you could pick up more than enough information here if you needed to. Most of it though was mostly about farming and how Johnny's wife was a whore.
A table near a corner was never usually taken, but tonight, it was. By a rather odd customer.
A Zora.
He sat in the chair and leaned on it, using the wall behind him to support himself and had his fins plopped up on the table. A fishbone guitar and golden trident leaned on the wall next to him and a brown sack hung around his shoulder and down his side.
He was purple and white and had trible tattoos along his arms with a lightning bolt on both arms and on his chest as well. His head fin was of a medium length. (Zora ages were told by this length. It showed he was still a young Zora, but did just reach adulthood) His only article of clothing was a pair of khaki tattered shorts that he probably stole from a dead fisherman or something. He couldn't remember.
The Zora yawned slightly and leaned forward to pick up a drink that sat by his rather smelly feet. He raised it up to his nose and sniffed and grinned.
"Ah. Smells like that same stuff I always stole from those pirates back home."
He thought of his home back in Great Bay for a moment, before chugging the glass down and letting out a rather manly belch.