Poor Rum part 2

-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A07: Lower Alexandria Market District *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-

Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.

For all its commerce, visitors are advised to keep hold of their purses. Even the merchants possess a certain, cunning look. Most are positioned at carts or stalls as opposed to a formal storefront, with trade here being mobile, and visiting from all parts of the world.

Though the quality of goods suffers here compared to Upper Alexandria, the options are more diverse. Too, the oversight of the Watch is slightly less, and during times events are held at the Arena, chaos abounds. After dark, the square becomes a hangout for bards and other entrepreneurs whose business is best conducted by night; the shadows at the edges of the square often contain furtive figures engaging in their own brand of business.

"PFfftt," says Sandy, laughing at Ferrah. They're just inside the stoop of the moon.

Ferrah is busy cleaning /something/ from the ceiling of it. It really shouldn't be up there. "I have seen some things in the Orphanage," mutters the half-oruch, "But nothing like this."

"Sandy!" Munch booms from halfway across the market. "Where's Myrana? I have her cat!" He's loud. But he is comming closer. Rapidly. Not quite a run, but he is rather quick for such a big guy.

"...what the hell do you have her cat for? She's asleep at home," says Sandy, staring at Munch. She glares at him with annoyance. "Give Rum to me."

The golem's loud voice catches Ferrah's attention, causing her to stop cleaning up whatever the hell that is and look over her should. She opens her mouth to say something before stopping to look at Sandy. "Wait. You guys have a cat?"

"Two cats," says Sandy, "Though one of them isn't an ordinary cat."|

Munch says, "Mutant potato. Or so Myrana says." He hands the green ball of mossy fur over to Sandy. Rum-kitty is rather slimey, more than slightly traumatized, and likely happy to see Sandy. Which likely says somethign about how bad his day has been. "Some new guy had him. His pet vine started to eat Rum, but the guy told it no."

Ferrah blinks. "Why is the cat green?"

"The fuck," says Sandy, reaching for Rum and growlig wiuth sudden aggravation. She tucks the cat under her arm, where it burrows for safety and gives off a poof of fungus in every direction.

"Moss cat," she explains to Ferrah. "A wizard did it."

Munch nods. "All of his fur is still there, so I don't think the vine digested very much."

Ferrah just rolls her eyes at the explanation. "A wizard. Of course."

"Of /course/," says Sandy. "Give me a minute..." And then a few words of magic later, the elf is gone.

Munch blinks, and shrugs. "Still not sure how she does that. Other than the obvious 'with magic'."

Ferrah gives the an agreeable shrug. "Yeah," she says, putting the broom down and moving closer to introduce herself. "I'm Ferrah, by the way."

Sandy is gone a little longer before she reappears with a 'puff'.

Munch nods. "Munch TerrorMaw, the Golem Who Eats. They call me some other stuff too, but those are the main ones. What is it you're cleaning?" He blinks, eyeing Sandy a moment as she reappears.

Ferrah guestures to the ceiling. "/That/." Yeah. That shouldn't be up there. Definitely not. "The Golem who Eats?" she asks curiously.

"WEird ass golem," is what Sandy says next with an eyeball of her ceiling. It's horrible.

Munch eyes the ceiling himself. "...what -is- that? And yeah, I eat. Or rather, I take physical matter into my body and chemically alter it to extraced needed materials and energy. Which is pretty close to eating."

"...that sounds like eating, yes," remarks Sandy, giving Munch an odd look. She shrugs her shoudlers and then turns back to Ferrah and adds, "Maybe we should leave him to clean my ceiling."

Ferrah runs a hand through her dreads and blinks. "Oh," she says. "And here I thought you all just absorbed magical energy out of the air or something." She shakes her head. "Magic isn't a strong point for me."

Munch shrugs. "I do that too. That's how I produce the draconic acid that serves as the digestive base." he glances to Sandy. "And I'm not cleaning anything off your ceiling until i know what it is. Last time I ate something you gave me without asking what it was I woke up two days later."

Ferrah gives Munch a grin. "That was just Sandy's cooking. It's pretty normal."

Sandy punches Ferrah in the arm.

That is all.

"Ow," Ferrah says, rubbing her arm (but she's still grinning.)

Munch shrugs. "I'm still not eating any of that until one of you explains what it is."

"I don't even know," says Sandy, "I think it was menat to be cake at one point."