While the bulk of the Citadels finer goods find places in the finer shops and markets of the wealthier districts, the Bower has slowly grown as the open trade market for the more mundane products harvested or imported from the seas. An open plaza in the harbor district itself, the ever-changing market bears merchants of more modest means selling imported grains, flour, ripe produce, and the freshest fish to be found in the Citadel, some of which still wrestle for life upon the rickety carts that only just arrived from the West Mole. Hawkers ply their wares here as well, their rough shouts offering goods either stored in nearby warehouses or, in some cases, still aboard the ships that brought them in.
It was early, hopefully before the rush of the Market got going and the streets weren't packed. Not that would make much difference to one on foot, but it could cause problems just getting around to look at what was for sale this morning. Ever since the second mark of the morning he'd been wandering slowly from stall to stall in a search for inexpensive books. His search had yet to got very well for he had little -on hand- to spend and wasn't exactly willing to go fetch more.
Lorcan paused and leaned against the wall of a relatively empty alley and stretched and yawned. Dressed in his usual tunic, breeches, shoes and cloak he looked more like a rough merchant than the Unemployed Servant he was. Of course there was the ever present satchel and his book -An In Ordu Lubra- tucked away inside. With a reassuring pat to his book Lorcan strode back out into the early morning and the market and continued his search. It took a while to work his way around and eventually stopped to lean against yet another wall and observe the market.
After another few burns he decided that if he couldn't find what he was looking for here in the market he'd see if he could get into the Imperial Archives and hopefully find what he was looking for there. 'Well lets see, Have to find the reference book for mine, and possibly a few more books on mazes if I can manage. Though I think some elementary books on Elf would be good.' He thought to himself. Yearning to be a librarian would mean being able to learn more languages and master reading and writing and unfortunately that would take some time, hence the search for appropriate books.
As he searched he also kept an eye out for any prospective employers or -in the rare event there were any- prospective partners. He was looking for both almost as much as he was looking for his books. It had been a good two yahren since Harquin and he was feeling a little out of sorts due to this. With a sigh he paused and let his eyebrows go down in a small scowl. "Oh, blast it all. I may just have to look else where..." And so decided he began to wander off, still looking.