Hadama had business of his own in the Marketplace today, and he nodded with stoic courtesy to those shoppers and shop owners who had known him before he had risen from humble smith to King. Between his imposing size and the distinctive golden tattoos that traced over the scars on his dark skin there was little hiding or sneaking about that he could do, but he had never been one to stand on ceremony. Though some inevitably treated him with deference, others were used to his forays through the City and its markets and either greeted him normally or ignored him since he wasn't wearing his crown and therefore wasn't on 'official' business.
He was seeking something in particular today, stopping at all of the jewelry shops as he swam along and had just curved towards a smaller stall that had a bit of everything - jewelry included - when the mental 'sounds' of raised voices caught his attention. He picked up the metal armband in silver-chased steel that had caught his eye and drifted closer to the altercation. What is the problem? he asked the arguing pair, a silvery brow rising in inquiry as he looked from the shopkeeper to the lovely young woman across from them.
He was seeking something in particular today, stopping at all of the jewelry shops as he swam along and had just curved towards a smaller stall that had a bit of everything - jewelry included - when the mental 'sounds' of raised voices caught his attention. He picked up the metal armband in silver-chased steel that had caught his eye and drifted closer to the altercation. What is the problem? he asked the arguing pair, a silvery brow rising in inquiry as he looked from the shopkeeper to the lovely young woman across from them.
