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[The Merchant Of Menace]

((I'm going to ask that we get off this train of discussion))

[Tellemurius]

((thank you))

[Taricus]

"Err, what's next on the agenda"

[Vorthon]

*Vorthon blinks*

"I forget what we were talking about... Let's just head into one of the market districts."

[Phantom]

Berkar shoulders the Exitus.
"Let's move on."

[Tellemurius]

"uh..."
*follows them*

[Darvi]

((Dammit, you guys made like 10 17 posts during the time I tried to send this post. Stupid router.))
" 'right." *goes with them*

[Taricus]

*Follows Vorthon*

[Vorthon]

*The market district is filled primarily with Torikan, with a smattering of other races, including humans.*

*Vorthon stops outside a small shop.*

"I smell food..."

*He walks inside.*

[Taricus]

*Follows Vorthon inside*

[Phantom]

Berkar wearily follows.

[Darvi]

*Rai puts his hands in his pockets, and enters*

[Vorthon]

*The inside is crowded. A group of female Torikan are sitting in a booth, laughing at a rather flustered male who's busy running back and forth, carrying dishes full of food to tables and carrying empty dishes back to the kitchen. A small floating robot, roughly twice the size of a baseball, hovers near the entrance. When the gang enters, it speaks to them in a surprisingly natural-sounding voice.*

"Hello! Let me show you to a table."

*It glides through the air, and stops over an empty booth by a window.*

[Phantom]

Berkar walks over there.
"Nice place."

[Taricus]

*Sits down in a chair*