Villid and Aya managed to find a small human stall selling simple tunics, boots and shirts, who accepted gold. Villid rummaged through boxes of clothes for something big enough for him when he did a double-take at the merchant. The merchant gave him a glance, and then looked down, as if carefully examining something. Villid was sure he recognised him from somewhere, but couldn’t pinpoint where. Eventually, he put it down to the fact that he had seen many humans in the past few days, and carried on rummaging through the boxes. The human merchant accepted their gold hungrily as they paid for several tunics and pairs of boots, but turned hurriedly afterwards, as if willing them to leave quickly.“There’s something strange about that merchant,” muttered Villid, as they left, carrying their new clothes.The city was much bigger than they had first thought – although mostly bars, inns and homes, Aya and Villid also came across different areas where one particular race seemed to be displaying their tradition into a miniature village.
