Soren E. Rasmussen
Moving with deft, almost silent steps down the winding cobbled streets until making it to the market. He was there to purchase the previous night's leftovers from various vendors; meats, cheese, beer and wine, and of course bread. As he perused the market, haggling with the still groggy merchants, he caught a rather wonderful sight this morning. Only a passing glance he had, but the woman was stunningly beautiful, her piercing green eyes especially wonderous, she passed without incident and he continued his morning ritual. Loading up all he could carry - he made a great deal this morning because he bought in bulk. [Next part is posted in the Slums]
“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”