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« Thread Started on Dec 23, 2007, 8:11pm »

Although it was the season of spring in Dahnaar, for the city of Mor it was still as hot and humid as the prior summer. The stone houses provided no shelter from the heat, the temperature inside was the same as the outside heat. For Akaram it hardly bothered him anymore. Only on the days when he traveled to Isol to sell his goods to another merchant did the weather affect him. The heat within his own stone shop was what bothered him. The heat in which he created was some time almost unbearable, but he learnt to deal with it when he was younger. Akaram was not one to complain about the heat, but once in awhile silently in his own mind he decided he could.

Akaram liked being able to be on his own, no one could tell him to deal with it if he did not like something in particular. If he did not like the smell of someone he could tell them and walk away without his father swatting his head and saying deal with it. He enjoyed being twenty four; he thought he was in the prime of his life. However he knew there were things he should start to think about. A girl to call his wife. Then maybe they could have children together; not a big family, a small one would do. He had to keep the bloodline going even thought he had his brothers to reproduce as well. It was on rare occasions did he wander the streets of Mor.

That his face would be clean and presentable and he could gesture up a conversation with another man. Rarely a woman, but you never know what a new day could bring. Today in particular did the air seem cooler than most days in Mor. Akaram found this a reason why he could wear his jacket out and about. He himself thought he was handsome when he wore this jacket but that was his vain side speaking in his head. Mor was a place of masculinity to Akaram. That could be why he preferred to stay inside the city’s walls and not move out to a nearby village with his family. He enjoyed going into the taverns late at night and having a drink or two with another male. Chattering lightly on subjects that one would find not so amusing when sober; some subjects were more controversial when sober.

No tavern for him today, today was the day of shopping. He made an effort to keep food in his home, although most nights he ate some where else than home. His family also wanted to visit, it was something to look forward too, but also it was not. He hated how is family was nitpicky, especially his mother. She had great distaste in his way of decorating, so Akaram strived to make it as cozy as possible. His father never liked how he ran his shop, and his eldest sister; who always had to come along, never liked he never had a woman in his life. Damn women, such a hassle. However he had his own wants for one some time in the distant future.

He shook his head clear of the wandering thoughts. He had to keep avoid from running into people. That was an embarrassing thing to happen to someone. Running into another because, their mind is so congested with thoughts about something irrelevant to where they were going. Akaram was guilty of this; he did it often. Even when he was working, he zoned out. However he always had a level head for what he was doing beforehand. Looking ahead he could smell of the aromas of fresh food in the marketplace. Akaram was not a chef, however his mother had sent him a letter in which the food he needed for her to prepare a meal with. He needed beef, strictly fresh beef. Wonderful. After paying for a bag of potatoes and a bundle of carrots he moved onward. Moving toward the area in which he could hear and see the squawks of people needing meat; he sighed. All for the sake of his family coming tomorrow to visit; how troublesome. It seemed to Akaram that after their visit was over maybe just maybe he could have leisure time of his own.

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