The market streets of Yamsa were buzzing with activity as people hovered at one stall before turning about to head for the next one of their chose. Others were simply passing through, either on their way home for the night or to Brown Bear’s Bar, to start spending their week’s wages.
Among the crowed a boy, with messy brown hair and shaggy cloths, consisting of a shirt, tunic and trousers, wove his way through the crowd. His face was youthful but was starting to change into that of a mans. The boy was about the same height as others his age; he had a strong jaw and striking blue eyes. His eyes showed little youth compared to his face but almost emitted a magical glow.
Eric was hungry and was not willing to eat the leftovers from the market stalls as he had the day before.
He manoeuvred his way to a pile of empty crates that had been piled up to one side. Climbing them Eric looked around. He stood for a while before spotting his targets. He jumped down from the crates and made his way to the first victim, a pastry stall. On his approach he saw a small amount of steak and onion pies at the far corner. The owner of the stall was busy with a great deal of customers and failed to notice Eric as he snatched one of her pies as he passed, without faltering Eric continued to the next stall he had chosen tucking the pie safely in the folding of his shirt as he did so. This stall had a selection of fruits and vegetables along with eggs and flasks of cattle milk.
Eric stopped a few yards from the stall and removed from his tunic some stones. No way was he going to get what he wanted here as easily as at the previous stall. He knew the man to have caught a few boys who risked taking one of his products and handed them over to the
Cupping his hands around them he blew on them, for a second a dim light shown inside his hands then stopped. Removing his top hand Eric looked at the bronze coins that now replaced the stones. Knowing that what he had done was temporary and would only last for a few minutes, he approached the stall.
The owner of this stall was a large well built man with a broad face and overly large nose not to mention waist and belly.
Gulping down the fear and guilt that was rising in him, Eric stepped in front of the stall.
“Can I have some milk and one of those apples?” Eric blurted as politely as he could.
“Be off with ye, I’ve got better thin’s to be doin’ than tendin’ a stinkin’ street child” grunted the stall owner in a harsh raspy voice. Pointing over his shoulder with a large stubby thumb he continued “Go on, ye won’t find no charity ‘ere boy”.
This was exactly how Eric had expected the man to react, a month on the streets of Yamsa had taught him this, not many people even acknowledged that people live on the streets and usually avoided talking to and a lot of the time looking at people they consider street mongrels.
“I’ve got money if that’s what you are worried about” Eric responded, showing the man the bronze stone coins.
The man took the coins in his pudgy hands examining them. “This is enough to buy one or the other” the owner leered.
Eric knew that what the man had taking from him was enough for both items but as was the market sellers way the man was playing on Eric’s hunger to make some extra money.
Eric looked from an apple on the bench to the flasks of milk hanging above calculating his best approach to get both items before the stones returned to normal. “Fine I’ll take the milk”.
The man pocketed the stone coins before handing the milk to Eric. As he turned to leave Eric gave his attention to one of the stalls wheels. Focusing Eric twisted his hand while he began to clench it, with a crack one of the wheels shattered and the man’s produce cascaded to the ground.
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