The Trade Quarters were always busy and bustling, filled with every kind of store and shop you could imagine. With streets and alleys dedicated entirely for things from fashions to food to tools, as long as you were willing to do a little bit of exploring, you would be able to find anything you ever needed. There was always a certain something about the places that were catered to Adventurers though. Things just got little more busy and bustling, the shouting grew louder and rowdier, the competition stiffer between merchants as they tried to sell their newest piece of gear. Space became more cramped as Adventurers of all stripes filled the streets, and things just became a little bit more livelier. It that exact sort of atmosphere that Aaron loved about this place. Aaron flitted from store to store, and stall to stall, blending in with all the other Adventurers with his loose clothing and the sword by his side, though his lack of gear hinted at the possibility that he was simply a new one. He tended to stray towards the more expensive and crowded places, the stores of famous craftsmen and gods, where he peered down at their newest works and imagined what it'd be like to hold that weapon, or wear that armor. He didn't intend on buying anything, his family kept a close watch on what he spent his money on after all, and of course he could spend it on drinks and food and clothes, and a million other wasteful thing, but the moment he seemed like he was going to be buying weapons, they'd shut him down as fast as they could. The man shook his head and sighed, pushing through the crowds, and using his assumed identity as a poor Adventurer to avoid the attentions of well-to-do merchants, and shying away from the more sparse stalls of the hawkish ones. As he pushed through the crowds, slowly things began to thin out, as stores for arms and armor become more for clothes and foods, the 'Adventurer's section' as Aaron liked to call it, slowly blending in with the rest of the market. He stopped, however, as his attention was caught by a smaller place for potions and reagents, and he hovered a little closer as he glanced over their products. Maybe he couldn't buy swords or axes or anything, but perhaps he could get away with buying potions? That was an idea... The boy slipped into his own quiet thoughts as he glanced over the store.
Bishamonten sighed as he flipped the sign to his tea shop closed. He needed a break from the customers, one got rowdy about the drinks he was serving, complaining the entire time that he didn't sell alcohol. This is a tea shop for a reason, he thought to himself, though he bit his tongue and just ushered the man out. The rest of the customers found themselves rushing to finish their drinks after he announced that he was closing up early, but would be back later in the afternoon. Shaking his head, he exited the door and made his way through the Trading District. It was the same scene as usual, merchants hawking their goods while the streets were thick with shoppers. He wouldn't blame anyone for feeling claustrophobic from it all, he felt it a little himself. But then there was being alone in the crowd, where one can observe while remaining invisible to practically everyone else. He was doing that right now, keeping quiet as he walked and observed the shops. He could gather a lot of information here, it just depended on catching the right snippets through the crowd. His eyes fell on a potion stand and he stopped. He briefly wondered what would happen if he mixed tea with one of them, so he made his way over to the stall and began to browse its wares. There was a young man also browsing the wares, they he didn't pay much attention to him. He picked up a bottle, uncorked it, and sniffed its contents. He immediately recoiled at the smell, sending some droplets onto the young man as he flailed his arms from the smell. Ugh, it was horrible. It was only after he corked it and put it back on the stand did he notice the man. "I'm sorry for the display I made," he apologized. @Aaron Bright
Aaron hardly noticed the man moving in to browse alongside him, only noting the presence of someone there rather than any particular noticeable details about him. He was content to remain quietly in thought as he browsed, giving a quiet hum every now and then as he looked over labels and prices. Some of these things sure were expensive... Aaron starts a little as a sudden movement out of the corner of his eyes draws his attention. The other person there with him seemed to have recoiled from the smell of something he'd picked up, sloshing around its contents and sending a few droplets flying and onto his clothes. Aaron glanced down warily and the slowly growing stain, rather obvious against the white fabric of his mantle, hoping that he wasn't about to burst into flames or something due to the man's carelessness, but he quickly relaxes after a moment passes without incident. He glances up at the man now, looking over his features. Fairly tall, with a shiny bald head, and dressed rather strangely in that certain fashion that certain gods seemed to like to wear and some of their familias seemed to like to wear. Aaron blinked in surprise as the thought ran through his head. Was he talking to a god? "Oh, uh... No, it's alright... It's nothing big really, just a small stain, it'll wash out I'm pretty sure..."
@Aaron Bright Bishamonten sighed in relief. "That's good, I was afraid this would be something akin to acid and that it would burn you in some way," he said, shaking his head. Maybe he shouldn't have said that, but he was relieved that the potion did nothing more than stain the white clothing and that was all that mattered. The god began to pay attention to the young man before him. He looked regal almost, was he a noble? If so, what was he doing here, shopping for potions? Maybe he just wanted to have a look around, he thought to himself. Well, maybe he should introduce himself. That ought to break the awkwardness he was feeling. "I should introduce myself. I am Bishamonten, what is your name?"
