Ardania: Arrival of mr.Andersson

Ardania: The mysterious person.

"I'm sorry"

As I hear these words I decide to just nod, Making sure that this person does not see my face.

How did I not notice this person? Echoes through my head for a second.

I decide to forget about it, I have work to do after all.

While thinking that I take out the picture of my target, a gold skinned Arguanian Lizard is supposed to be transported through the cities market district.

The normal variants of these animals already fetch a good price, so getting your hands on a rare variant is bound to make you rich.

The only problem I have right now is that I have no clue as how it's being transported through the city, so I am making my way over to my most trusted information broker:

Yuriël. If there's anyone out there that would know how it's being transported he would be it.

In a matter of minutes I am at an edge of the central marketplace feeling stalked I decide to turn into an alleyway where some local beggars are squatting and throw some gold pieces on the ground, immediately the beggars rush towards it hoping to be able to buy some bread. As this is happening I start running towards the silver moon inn - the place where my information broker resides.

On the way there I pass numeral people and even have to evade a couple of obstacles,

Thinking to myself that even though it's annoying it is better than being followed by someone and exposing the location of Yuriël.

After running for a little while I arrive at my destination, the silver moon inn.

This place was designed with giants in mind so the doors are huge and take allot of strength to push open for everyone except the giants.

These giant doors are used by many factions to test the strength of their new members. If their able to push open these doors they will be treated with extra care, but if they fail it they either get kicked out immediately or get treated like trash.

Not that it matters to me I've never been interested in joining a faction. Not that I have no problem working in a team if it's needed; but in a faction they force you to always work with at least one other person even if the task at hand could easily be done by one person. And I need the thrill of a challenge.

As I push open the doors the smell of alcohol and food come at me. Giants are well known for their expensive drinking and eating habits; what a normal person eats in a year a giant could easily eat in one week.

This cost however gets offset by the brute strength these guys have because one giant can kill at least a hundred men on his own making them a viable tool in a war or raid. Their face resemble that of orcs with sharp teeth sticking out of their mouth like a razor tooth tiger and their skin looks brown as dirt. Not to mention that these guys can live for hundreds of years.

I push the big wooden doors open just far enough to squeeze through - I'll need all my strength to traverse this inn.

Inside the inn I almost feel like a mouse, The tables, chairs, stairs and the bar all are at least twice my size and some of the giants are almost five times bigger than me, a truly belittling experience when I first came here. Now it's as normal as day and night.

I greet the bartender with a big wave; if I’d wave like I would normally do he would probably not have seen me. He nods and points up, meaning that Yuriël is ready to see me. I make my way over to the giant stairs, as I stand before these huge stairs that tower above me like a mountain. I take a moment to prepare myself for the climb. And after a moment I start jumping up them just barely able to grab the ledge and pull myself up there, an exhausting task.