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Acursed merchents.
"Please, good sir," one of the nomad woman with a deep complection, probebly a well to do in the days before the darkness. "I swear you will not find any better deals in my tribe."
"I already told you, I'm intrested in buying any fish," Ithan waved this woman away for maybe the fifth time. "We just can't be having you so close to the city without an escourt."
This was perhaps the third time this month a nomad tribe had come, begging to trade their wares with the gorons of Canyon Cliffs, and for the third time he had been selected to escourt these people to the city gates. They would leave a week later, the city and them both a bit better off, and they would barly be turned out into the lowlands before another group arrived. He'd delt well with the Hylians who called themselves Faroe's Runners, and again with the Jackrabbits, those two people at least knew manners. But the constant hawking of goods even before they reached the city was really starting to get on his nerves.
The group, about 60 Hylians and 4 goron guerds, including one of their precious Acolytes, slowly and methodicaly traversed the stone stairs up the canyon. While their used to be more direct routes to the city, before the Gerudo started to organize, those had to be collapsed to keep the gorons safe. Now, these stairs and ramps on the canyon walls where all they had left.
"Din," he mumbled. "Why did this have to happen?"
Acursed merchents.
"Please, good sir," one of the nomad woman with a deep complection, probebly a well to do in the days before the darkness. "I swear you will not find any better deals in my tribe."
"I already told you, I'm intrested in buying any fish," Ithan waved this woman away for maybe the fifth time. "We just can't be having you so close to the city without an escourt."
This was perhaps the third time this month a nomad tribe had come, begging to trade their wares with the gorons of Canyon Cliffs, and for the third time he had been selected to escourt these people to the city gates. They would leave a week later, the city and them both a bit better off, and they would barly be turned out into the lowlands before another group arrived. He'd delt well with the Hylians who called themselves Faroe's Runners, and again with the Jackrabbits, those two people at least knew manners. But the constant hawking of goods even before they reached the city was really starting to get on his nerves.
The group, about 60 Hylians and 4 goron guerds, including one of their precious Acolytes, slowly and methodicaly traversed the stone stairs up the canyon. While their used to be more direct routes to the city, before the Gerudo started to organize, those had to be collapsed to keep the gorons safe. Now, these stairs and ramps on the canyon walls where all they had left.
"Din," he mumbled. "Why did this have to happen?"