The town of Mystohr was a grand sight for those unfamiliar with it. A tall wall of dark stone encircled it, only breaking when it got to the sea that dominated the horizon to the west. A small line of carts and people had formed at the large iron gates, being examined one by one for any contraband. The sun had hung in the sky for a solid five hours by the time that Orlando and Rami finally made it to the town, and he was still feeling a little sore after the journey. Thankfully his head was better, and the bandage would be removed in a day or two. He took a deep breath, tasting the salty ocean air as he held onto the reins of his horse. Next to him, Rami chuckled.
"First time at the coast, princeling?" She grinned, rolling her shoulder. The axe on her back had been cleaned off blood, and she stood confident, watching the guards ahead of them.
Orlando blushed and gave a nod, clearing his throat. The journey to this place had changed character halfway through, and he was looking forward to sleeping in an actual bed for once. Even if the activities that he and Rami had indulged in was pleasurable beyond words. "Uhm, yes. I'm just hoping we'll be able to get a good deal on the goods. Wherever I go after this, I'll need money."
Rami raised an eyebrow, turning to look up at him. "Wherever you go? Are you looking to get rid of me?"
Orlando blushed brighter, holding up his hands while still grasping the reins. "No, I didn't mean it like that, I..."
Rami grinned and reached up, slapping his arm. "Only jesting, princeling. You really are too easy to get off-guard."
He couldn't deny that and tried to straighten himself, though his voice held no authority. "Yes, well, we'll see. I'm sure you have other, uhm, clients."
She shrugged, cracking her neck. "While work is good back at the Fiddler, it's not my ideal situation. Besides, if this leads to gainful employment? I wouldn't mind." She smirked. "There's still plenty to teach you, greenhorn."
His face turned red as a tomato at that and he went quiet, head lowered as they got to the guards. When one of them cleared his throat, Orlando raised his head to look at him.
"Anything to declare, Sir? I assume that cart is not filled with air, given how it almost drags on the ground."
The merchant shook his head and fumbled while he reached for the documents inside his coat. Finally finding them, he handed them over to the armoured man. "This is a complete inventory of my goods. You are welcome to examine them, I have nothing to hide."
The two guards looked over the pieces of paper, speaking quietly among themselves. The wait was agonizing for Orlando, who feared he would get rejected.
Rami spoke sharply to him, ignoring the guards. "Confidence. If you appear nervous, they're likely to search the whole thing. And that could take hours."
Orlando stiffened at the comment but gave a small nod, holding onto the reins. "I'm sure that you have many other carts to check today, and I don't intend to leave town before the night falls. Unless you suspect something, everything should be in order, right?"
The guards turned to him, and there was a faint sound of Rami's palm hitting her forehead. "Eager to get into town, are we? You just let us do our job, and we'll see about sending you on your way."
Orlando froze and didn't say anything further, just focusing on breathing. He had to get through, there was no other way. He couldn't...
"Everything seems to be as you claim. Move along, Sir, and welcome to Mystohr."
Orlando had not even noticed the guards moving to flank the cart and looking through some of the goods, cross-referencing with the inventory list. His heart felt like a rock in his chest, and he didn't start breathing normally again until they had passed through the gates.
Rami spoke up beside him, reaching up to pat his arm. "You can relax now. They were just being hard-asses, but you got through. Now, did you have a plan for where to sell all of this?"
Orlando blinked, coming back to reality after his minor panic attack. "Huh? Oh, I... I don't know? I don't really have any contacts, and... figured I'd just head to the square and see if there's a market?"
Rami watched him with a look of disbelief. "Do you want to get robbed? Bringing all of this straight to the market will only result in you losing a quarter of your stock, if you're lucky."
Orlando was getting annoyed, and turned to her. "What do you suggest then? Got a brilliant plan between those muscles of yours?" He caught himself, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, Rami. I... I didn't mean that."
Rami didn't look upset with him, and softened her voice. "No harm done, greenhorn. Now look, I actually have a contact here in town. They don't have the biggest shop, but it's one often frequented by those heading into the wilderness. You know, people with more money than sense, and carrying half a city's arsenal in their bags?"
Orlando gave a small nod. "Yes, luck-seekers. But... do they pay premium?"
"If they know the goods are of good quality? Yes. Trust me, people like that prefer having a steady place to return to for supplies. If you want, I can guide you there. My friend will give you a good price for this, I'm sure of it."
Orlando hesitated for a few moments before giving a nod. "Alright. You lead the way, Rami."
Rami smiled and moved to get a bit further ahead, while still remaining in position to protect him if need be. "Sure thing. It's a bit of a walk, but it's a scenic route."
***
The streets they passed through were quite colourful, banners of different kinds with all sorts of motifs lined up along the walls. Some of them indicated a shop, others a bank, and there was even one or two for locations of less repute, so to speak. All in all, the town appeared very alive to Orlando, and far less stiff than the cities he had left behind. He actually remarked as much while Rami guided him through the cobblestone roads.
Rami chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe less stiff compared to what you're used to, but if you think this is a place of loose atmosphere? You haven't seen anything yet. The city truly comes alive at night, and you will damn well know it."
That scared him a little, and he held onto the reins tightly enough that his knuckles went white. He felt entirely out of his element, and he really did not want to make enemies here, not when he was hoping to earn some gold.
Rami suddenly stopped, looking around for a few moments before smiling. "Ah, there it is! She's changed banner since last time." She pointed to a large, two-story building, with a clear store-front and a large banner that hung from the very top of the place. It was mainly red, with a black curved horn that seemed to be pouring out gold coins. He blinked, and... did the coins actually glimmer?
Rami saw his expression and grinned. "Your eyes are not fooling you. All banners here are enchanted to the owner's specifications. More durable than a sign, and you can make it a bit flashier by adding some movement to it." She pointed to the banner itself. "It's quite eye-catching, isn't it? Gold constantly pouring?"