They were not going to get food immediately? Ah, it was a shame, but Naren reminded himself that he had to keep her sweet. Akeme had offered to pay for his food, after all.
"I am sure I will survive a little longer," he said enduringly, following her as she made her way to the heart of the small village's market; barely a smattering of small carts, with just a couple of physical stalls. A pair of children peeked from behind their mothers' skirts to ogle Naren and Akeme, although mostly him- elves were perhaps not the most common around these rural parts. He brushed a little travelling dust from his clothes, setting down his music case with care out of the way of tramping feet and curious fingers. It would be no good to have his instruments tampered with.
"So, this is the place where Akeme spends her time." He looked around, taking in the homespun feel, strips of linen drying on a line across the street, barely more than head height; the animals wandering where-ever they desired through the dust streets. "It is a little different to the cities I am more acquainted with."
"And what cities are those?" asked an approaching villager, his thick accent distorting the words a little. Naren gave a thin-lipped smile to the approaching blond man, who was of a much shorter, stockier build than the willowy elf. The man inclined his head towards Akeme in greeting, apparently a friend of hers. "Don't get elves down in these parts much."
"What cities are not those that I have travelled to?" Naren asked rhetorically. An overestimation of his travels, but he did boast that he had seen at least his fair share of the world.
"I am sure I will survive a little longer," he said enduringly, following her as she made her way to the heart of the small village's market; barely a smattering of small carts, with just a couple of physical stalls. A pair of children peeked from behind their mothers' skirts to ogle Naren and Akeme, although mostly him- elves were perhaps not the most common around these rural parts. He brushed a little travelling dust from his clothes, setting down his music case with care out of the way of tramping feet and curious fingers. It would be no good to have his instruments tampered with.
"So, this is the place where Akeme spends her time." He looked around, taking in the homespun feel, strips of linen drying on a line across the street, barely more than head height; the animals wandering where-ever they desired through the dust streets. "It is a little different to the cities I am more acquainted with."
"And what cities are those?" asked an approaching villager, his thick accent distorting the words a little. Naren gave a thin-lipped smile to the approaching blond man, who was of a much shorter, stockier build than the willowy elf. The man inclined his head towards Akeme in greeting, apparently a friend of hers. "Don't get elves down in these parts much."
"What cities are not those that I have travelled to?" Naren asked rhetorically. An overestimation of his travels, but he did boast that he had seen at least his fair share of the world.
