Chapter 13: Going Out
In front of a mirror, Astrael buttoned his simple, charcoal grey linen tunic, which was unadorned. And sturdy leather boots.
Today, he would sightsee through his own eyes. He wanted to see the world beyond his house, the vast world and meet new people.
Elara entered his chamber door, adjusting his collar. "Stay close, Young Lord. It is very crowded in the market."
"I will," Astrael promised, excitement in his voice.
He departed from his manor with two guards behind him.
The Ravestria town unfolded before him. Sunlight warmed the path as they passed through the main gate, leaving the manor’s quiet elegance.
"Mend your pots! Mend your pans!"
"Buy this sword for only 50 copper!"
As he entered the market of the town, he could hear the clang-clang sound of a nearby smithy in a nearby alley. The overlapping shouts of the vendors and the distant laughter of children echoed from a side street.
He smelled the sweet tang of a baking bread. It pulled Astrael towards a bakery shop, its window fogged with steam. An old woman wiped her hands on an apron smeared with leftover flour, squinting at the guards flanking him.
"Well now," she asked, "Lost, little master?"