- Nov 10, 2008
Alea's sparse garments left very little to the imagination, and so the elf caught practically every eye as she scurried through the city's busy streets. Located on the river that connected Badaria with Amazonia and practically next to the pass of ghosts as it was, the lowland city saw its fair share of non-human travelers, but very few of the elves moving through the city were clad in dancer's clothes that would have seemed more appropriate in the harem of some desert lord than there. Fewer still had the body to pull it off as she did, much of her life's learning up until that point having been dedicated towards more carnal pursuits than the average person and thus her frame had been honed to idealize exactly that, first by the orcish slavers that had brought her up and then by the sorcerer who had owned her after them.
Not all of the looks cast her way were the simple mixture of dumbfounded lust or shock, however. A few - most of them women - glared disapprovingly after the scantily clad elf as she wandered down the streets of Lockacre in search of one of the many caravan squares where a trader group she could join to get out of the city before her former master caught up with her.
Lockacre's thriving trade at least ensured that Alea didn't have to go far, but when she came upon one of the city's many trading squares the stares only grew more common as she went from open streets to the open square. There were a six caravans in the square that she entered, differentiable by their colors. The closest two were all that she could see in any detail through the crowds and stalls, however, and she would have to go deeper into the crowded square to see much of the other four beyond their banners and colors.
Of the two she could get a clear picture of, the one to her right bore a white and blue checkered banner. The caravan wagons were divided into three chains, and the two set deeper into the square were awash with customers from either side, selling bolts of cloth in a variety of colors and styles. The third wagon train was of simpler design than the rest, lacking the personal decorations of a train in which a trader who lived in it for much of the year would accrue overtime. Instead they were spartan, with extra paneling of thick oak reinforced by metal backing, and rather than traders and their customers, it was surrounded by men with a soldiery look to them. They wore simple grey uniforms with red trim, and though for now there seemed only to be a handful of them present, they seemed to be a rowdy bunch. Three of them spotted Alea all too quickly, and though it was hard to hear through the din of the crowd, the way their eyes lingered on certain parts of her made it fairly clear what the subject of their conversation was.
The left-hand caravan was a bit more scattered, with a dozen or so wagons painted in bright colors, all of them with slightly different in their detailing but with red as their primary colors. The attending people were of a darker complexion than the pale Badarian locals, and seemed to be selling an eclectic variety of goods. Their banner was unusual, more like a tapestry of the night sky with unusually pronounced stars than a proper flag, and every individual wagon seemed to have its own distinct portion. There didn't seem to be any guards around that particular caravan, either from their own ranks or provided by the city itself.
Past them, she could only make out the other caravan's banners; a black one with a white falcon spreading its wings and a green one with a bushle of wheat on the left, and a red banner in gold trim without any visible design and a bright blue one with a white star and red apple set corner to corner on the right. She would have to take a walk around the square if she wished to get a better idea of the other caravan's condition and compliment, and ask around the caravan workers if she wished to get an idea of their destinations and, perhaps more importantly given the urgency inherent to her escape, when they might be leaving.