New Arrival, Wade arrives

[Avylina]

"Well then if this is the situation that is then you shall witness a play. Though I must forewarn you that t'will not be my plays which you witness, but my dear child's for I have retired to merely a master hostess. Yet do not fret at all for you will witness the same if not better then what I once created, as my daughter is quite the master herself. So you should make your way into the city's Middle District and wait for me at my home. I can lend you a nights stay as the festival is not tonight."


Avy turned her attention back to the trader. She smiled at him. "Sir I have changed my mind, I wish to purchase your spice as, though I have some, i wish to have a larger amount so I may have my chef prepare a prime Tarind spiced cake. I assure you that though Tarind is not normally mixed with desserts there is a fine cake from the regions around Daroon that make for an elegant cake that is very stimulating. It was one of the better foods to be companioned with that of the Theater watching, or in Most Unfortunate Luwin's case Theater Feeling. So you very close to striking a deal if you wish to offer me a price. But do not swindle me for I know the true price of Tarind on both legal and less then legal markets."

[Maester Luwin]

Behind Luwin the bustle of the many vendors, with feet padding against sand, thumping drover hooves pulling squeaky carts, and the ever-incessant shouts of merchants and miscreants haggling was all brought to a crescendo as a banta bellowed and capsized a cart. Luwin had let his awareness grow lax, and this commotion startled him. As gleeful as he was to have found a place to sleep that night and hopefully a meal or two, he thought he heard a familiar voice in the crowd. Surely that was Dat-san, his disciple. At any rate, this gracious matron had hinted that he leave anyways.

“Then I shall meet you at you house. In the middle district you say? I am sure I will find it.”

Without further ado, Luwin slipped back into the crowd, weaving between the commotion. Somewhere in the distance, he heard his disciple’s deep, distinctive voice again. That boy had still not learned silence. No matter, it would help Luwin find him in this crowd, so maybe it was fated.