Post by Manor Merchant on Apr 4, 2014 3:32:44 GMT -6
At the pitch black end of the Tunnel's length, a squeaking sound split the silence. It was the squealing of old fashioned bicycle tires which was the vehicle today that the Manor's Merchant used to ferry his cargo. The cart rolling behind him was laden with supplies and even a few treasures. A large umbrella spread out above his head to catch the occasional drips of water that came spilling down to protect himself and his goods. As he pedaled along at a leisurely pace through the darkness it was split by the swaying, haunting lantern that hung suspended from a post on the rear of his bike.
He slowed to a stop near one of the Tunnel's alcoves. Assessed the location. Yes, this would do nicely. At least for now. The Merchant slid spryly from his bicycle to begin unloading his tow cart. Boxes were set aside then stacked into order. Another lantern was brought out to light their contents. Those light didn't offer any welcome or warmth; they were merely a means to let his merchandise be viewed by those brave enough to seek him.
Last was his stool. He placed it down firmly in a spot next to the rows of boxes. Then he sat down to wait. An apple was brought out of a pocket in his coat, and a knife soon followed to start peeling it. This piece of fruit didn't have any worms. Black teeth bit into the fleshy bits inside to chew loudly in his little corner of temporary business.
And just to make it clear to anyone that came upon him, he flipped the tiny cardboard sign on the front of one of the boxes.
OPEN FOR BIZNESS
He slowed to a stop near one of the Tunnel's alcoves. Assessed the location. Yes, this would do nicely. At least for now. The Merchant slid spryly from his bicycle to begin unloading his tow cart. Boxes were set aside then stacked into order. Another lantern was brought out to light their contents. Those light didn't offer any welcome or warmth; they were merely a means to let his merchandise be viewed by those brave enough to seek him.
Last was his stool. He placed it down firmly in a spot next to the rows of boxes. Then he sat down to wait. An apple was brought out of a pocket in his coat, and a knife soon followed to start peeling it. This piece of fruit didn't have any worms. Black teeth bit into the fleshy bits inside to chew loudly in his little corner of temporary business.
And just to make it clear to anyone that came upon him, he flipped the tiny cardboard sign on the front of one of the boxes.
OPEN FOR BIZNESS