"Who shall I be?"
Veruno was following the rocky paths on the walls of the Dome, leisurely enjoying the vast landscape laid before him.
"Yliakum is a beautiful rock indeed."
He sighed pleasantly then, admiring the vast lively plains, soft, furry hills and its abrupt peaks. It'd take him a lot longer to reach Hydlaa by these rugged roads, but he didn't mind. He was very fond of the game of textures and earthly colors that constantly filled his eyes.
Even though those sideways are considered as safe as it gets outside the towns, he still spotted the occasional rogue and a beast or two. Fortunately, his keen senses and his natural affinity to prowl had allowed him to go around all three incidents.
"Hehe, this will be easier than I thought!"
He was happy with himself. He finally had the chance to prove he could do well without anyone hovering over his shoulder. Soon enough he'd come back in all pomp and glory, with a merchant guild of his own. Or with an important charge in one of the major Craft Guilds. Either way, he'd start to build his career as soon as he arrived to Hydlaa... but first he had to make sure he could survive on his own as merchant of varieties.
He could spot a town below. From where he stood it looked like a small circle of gray, red, orange and blue. From up close it'd certainly be more interesting, he hoped, since it was destined to be his starting point.
"Saervie Eithar. Sounds good! Merchant of the finest, most beautiful wares... a peasant can hope to possess!"
He laughed cheerfully... Maybe too cheerfully though.
"Well met sir Eithar! You certainly have piqued our peasant's interest in such fine wares."
He turned around to meet the eyes of a small diaboli. They were beady, framed by a mischievous expression that painted a face less interesting than those of most diabolis. Veruno's eyes widened. Not because of the tiny fellow, but because of the three ynnwns behind him, with their shabby attires made of poor chain mail and rough leather and propped by clubs and daggers.
"Well met indeed!" Veruno replied with a grin. ""You have the honor of being my very first client! I shall make a special deal to cele--"
"Hush, hush, fur ball. We're not buying. Neither your merchandise or your banter... We're taking one and stuffing the other." the diaboli said with contrasting refinement.
Veruno looked around apprehensively, in hopes of some chance of escape. To his dismay he just found some more bandits. There were some ylian and enkidukai amongst the ones he spotted now.
He kept his grin. "Why, that was exactly the promotion I had in mind! And I tell you what. I'll add some locksmithing tools I keep with myself, just because you are a client with tact!"
The diaboli raised an eyebrow. He spent three seconds, which felt like days to Veruno, like that... then he suddenly bursted into a good episode of laughter. "You're a funny, furry trepor aren't you! Boys, take his wares but don't rough him up. I'd love if we got to see him around more often." With that he turned his back and left the scene, despite Veruno's protests. He opted not to debate as they lightened him of his burdens.
They left him with the clothes on his back. Well, bottom. Thy had taken his jacket, since they noted it had too may pockets to bother with.
"Bye master Eithar, 'twas a pleasur to bargan' witcha!" one of the ynnwns jested as he waved goodbye and went, behind the rest of the group, towards where the diaboli had gone.
Veruno sighed and then shrugged.
"If I get through with this as I am, then there's no stopping me! Heck, I'll make tria out of selling dirt if I have to!"
