The Central Bazaar

A small, glowing, winged orb fluttered around Tyrus' head, glitters trailing from its bug-like flight before it eventually landed upon his shoulder. It was not the only fairy around... others, of similar sight and stature but different colors and temperaments could be seen here or there, living among the people within the bazaar and flying in and out of windows.
Unless warded from the many open displays of magic in the city, Tyrus might hear a little something in his mind...

The fairy flew several quick circles around his head, as though it really were a big purple bug, and then landed softly upon his right shoulder. It seemed animated and gleeful, and Tyrus would hear in his right ear a physical response.. a tiny, high-pitched, but distinctly male voice barely sounded in his ear.
It then sits on his shoulder, a diminutive figure resembling a tiny purple Peter Pan, which was now smirking mischievously.

People in various silks continued to pass them by. Food was available in a nearby atrium, where a man-made waterfall lightly misted the covered room, which featured wide open entries onto the rooftops where colorful birds would fly in and out, having grown accustomed to the people and made their nests in the carefully manicured jungle of plants and trees that received their sun from a glass dome in the ceiling. The entirety of the atrium was like a garden, with walkways and a small bridge over the canal. At the far end of the chamber was a curry and kebab stand that served people who enjoyed the less crowded garden and balcony space.

Slight gusts of ocean breeze from one of the entryways would fill the gardens with the smell of spices...

Tyrus made his way toward the kebab vendor and made a purchase. He continues walking while talking to the fairy, "I see, I think I know of the power you speak of. From Isran intelligence I heard Goraia had gained some sort of crystal for a weapon."

That was all he would say about that, he was on vacation and didn't want to cause trouble with anyone who may overhear. Tyrus offers a piece of Kebab to Scoville, holding the stick near his shoulder.

Coming to find his way from the port-harbor, Si`Qual wound his way into the crowded ways of the market Bazaar. His hands neatly placed at his back, with his horns showing in the slow moving light of ambiance in the sky, be it sun or moon. Though there was always a small trickle of magic surging through him as the points of his horns always cast a small white arcane light about his head. It made it seem as if he had a halo that had fallen to the back of his head, as he was looking around. 
He had the manners of a well taught child, keeping his hands to himself without touching anything that was for sale. In all honesty he thought he could do with something, an old remedy that had been taught to him from an old mage. A few herbs crushed, and smoked to quiet the beating in his head. His mind had once again scattered, and thus he found himself wandering aimlessly throughout the walkways, breezeways and eventually found himself on a rooftop, a store pleasantly placed atop the building. 
At this point in his journey his body had followed his nose to find the scents of the herbs in which he meant to buy. Though in honesty, it could have just been the incense that had messed with his nose. His eyes focused a moment, before his head cocked looking into the stall.
"Need a Djinn's pipe..."

Looking around the aromatics that were held in shops here at this place, Si`Qual had finally found what he'd been looking for. A pipe long and slender, with what looked like a clawed hand holding the bowl for the remedies that would "help" certain ailments. Plucking it from it's spot, he began to look over it smiling a bit to himself, his mind pulled together to admire the piece. He had set his mind onto something and this was that something, now he was just wondering if there was a shop that might sell certain burnable crystals. They produced only a certain type of odor, which was truly distinct as it smelled of fresh spring water and a hint of fire on it's own.
"Sir... behind the stall.. Would you know of a crystal that you smoke?"
He now spoke directly to the tender of the stall he'd stopped at, noting the many herbs as well as smoking paraphernalia, and couldn't help but ask the man, as he seemed to know what he was doing with the business. The smoke of the upper floors was starting to addle his mind, and he needed the answer before he slipped back into his temporary madness.  

Looking upon the small crystalline balls, a slow smile touched the man's face. The wrinkles at the sides of Si`Qual's eyes finally showed the age he truly had, his head tilting as his eyes traced over the edges and sides of the green balls. Moving a rather slender finger over the side of one he lifted it from the man's own hand, placing it to that it stuck in the pipe that Si`Qual had in his other hand. It stuck up just the slightest bit. 

Looking over it a few times more, he set the pipe down with the crystal in it, the beads of light on the ends of his horns growing in luminescence. The color changing to the same color as the sand that flitted about the airs of this area of the world. His white eyes turning back to the merchant as his smile died to a thin line as he spoke up. Having made a small mental note of the shanty the man had been humming.

"I do... How much for the pipe and the crystal?"

His voice didn't hold any true accent to it, it would pick up accents of the areas he visited, generally picked up from any local mages. Sharing their elemental source of power, giving him slight hints to how he should sound wherever he went. His hands had begun moving behind him, reaching for the small purse of coin at his backside. Plucking out a small disk, which he held in hand and began to mutter just under his breath. Again preparing a spell as he had done before with the tiara, though this one would stay so long as it wasn't formally returned.

 

With incantation complete at the number offered, Si`Qual held out four golden disks. He hadn't needed to transmute anything as he'd had them in his purse. So instead the spell was used to polish the coin, before he placed them in the man's hand. Four for the pipe and crystal and a fifth for who would know what reason, pulling his hand away he also brought the new pipe and crystal with it. Placing the pipe to his mouth, the hand that stood free of movement soon came up. Thumb and forefinger having a luminescence all their own, with heat accompanying it. Slowly spinning the object at the bowl of the pipe the smells of what came from them only grew in aroma.

Piping all other smells in the area down, as he too did as the stall merchant. Puff, puff, puff. A billowing green smoke fled from his lips and nostrils as the taste hit him, it was like being awoken from a dream as he smiled brightly.  He nodded to the merchant as he began to hum the same shanty he'd heard prior, before walking to the edge of the rooftop, looking over a lot of the bazaar. 

Puff, puff. The crystal burned incandescent, though brightly as it itself never let off a waver of smoke. It didn't seem the gemstone was actually burning, however the vapors released from Si`Quals lips and nostrils told otherwise. The crystal being of a magical property their own, would never die away, always able to be smoked and used as a remedy for many. 
"I do believe.. I should head to the bathehouses... I am quite filthy from my journey at sea."

POST FOR Si`Qual Di`lant



The merchant's eyes almost bugged out of his head and he coughed from what he smoked when he saw the five gold coins fall into his hand. He immediately began to protest, and although he spoke in Sakandi, the tone would indicate that the merchant thought it was too much, too much for what the foreigner paid for. He kept two coins, putting them in a box, and then held out his hand, insistent that Siqual should take back what three coins remained!