The Battle Of Titan's Desert

Chapter 6

The band of men took a few steps into the walls of this grand place. With these mere few steps they looked around to notice they were already in the bustling bazaar of Ansolos. For hundreds of yards was a plethora of bright tents of all colours; scent of spices so strong the men's noses felt their sting from far away. The sound of one thousand people bartering, chatting, flirting and gossiping flooded the air to create this storm of senses like no one had ever seen before.

For fifteen minutes the men stood by the gate in awe; mouths gaped open and no sense of their surroundings at all. That was until some local guards gave the band of men a pleasant little wake up call; in the form of a firm slap on the back of each of their heads.

Once the whole group had gathered themselves proerply again they all split off to discover the wonders within the walls; not shortly before giving a meeting time/place to plan out their stop at this city. The plan was to meet outside of 'The Ten Jackles' Inn once everyone had finished enjoying the sights, smells and for some the... Tastes.

Daron personally had one thing on his mind; a drink. He had heard that The Ten Jackles had a speciality they call the 'Scorpions bite.' It was more of a drinking game than anything but you still had to pay for the 'experience.'

The game itself was literally as it says; you would be 'bit,' or stung, by a potentially lethal scorpion. You then would have to drink through possibly one of the most disgusting and strongest drinks out there to get to the antidote right at the bottom, and then, (no it isn't finished,) you would have to finish it off by biting off and eating the scorpions head.

Scarily enough this was a very common drinking game within Ansolos. Daron was suprised there was no shortage of Scorpions, which had learnt there definitely wasn't from his journey up.

He had been accompanied by Torin and Korvar who had been talking about outdrinking each other for a few Suns now.

The rest were all enjoying the markets, all buying different things with their pocket change. From spices to weapons there was something for everyone's tastes. Laqi decided to visit some family he had there whilst he could.

The thin streets that were packed with loud merchants, busy shops and braying mules. The smells ranges from the delightful; the spices, the perfumes and the citrusy fruit to the not so delightful.

Walking through the streets the trio were all still in awe of the sights; Daron and Torin were able to admit it as they enjoyed the view like children in a sweet shop, Korvar was a bit more... reserved, making sure to be heard calling it a 'overly busy, ponced-up heap of stone' and that it's 'nothing on a good, open Skjordari Hald.' He then recounted all the great Halds of Skjordar, all of them. Daron and Torin would have been bored out of their mind listening to him if there hadn't been so much going on.

Before they knew it the eyes of ten jackals on a hanging sign board were staring at them. The namesake of the inn were sitting on a bar drinking ale as they star at their new visitors. Before they knew it they had reached the inn.