The King's Gamma (Previously The King's Beta)

Twenty five

I made my way inside and became surprised at the sight before me. It was a great marketplace run by several different races, stalls of hundreds of differing items. They were speaking a common language that seemed to consist of words from each dialect, accents making the common language sound broken from some mouths. My body conformed to the walls, making me seem invisible as I walked towards one of the closest stalls.

I doubted my next actions would score me any brownie points with Prometheus and the others, but the dress I was still wearing had started to irritate me quite some time ago. I stalked up to the stall and watched as the stall keeper had his attention on a customer. I snuck closer, my heart starting to beat slightly faster at the anticipation of getting caught red handed in my first ever attempt at stealing.

'You will be caught.' my subconscious told me. 'And you will be skinned alive once that happens.'

I looked around once more, thinking of the fact that it might be fun to get caught. But the fact that I had discovered something that seemed strange to me intrigued me much more.

What was strange about this was the fact that not one history book mentioned this draconian Isle, nor did they mention that there had been an isle where different races came together where draconians ruled.

I glanced at the stall owner one more time before grabbing a leather armor set from one of the displays. Sneaking behind the cover of the stall, close to the wall, I quickly undressed out of the golden dress, bound my chest to seem flat and into the armor set. I looked around, seeing a fire pit with a soot covered pot over it nearby. Going closer I took the pot and used a spoon and bowl nearby to scrape the soot from the pot. Using a bit of water from another pot closeby I made a paste that I then smeared into my hair, coloring my red locks pitch black. Braiding my hair proved a little difficult without a comb to detangle my now tangled hair. I quickly tore a piece of white fabric from beneath the dress and tied it around my head as to hide my face. I took a moment to  remember that I needed to subdue my scent and place a power suppressed on my wrist as there were some draconians who could sense power and as these people were not used to hybrids as of yet. Quickly throwing the dress over the wall, I managed to dampen my draconian scent quite a bit.

I snuck around the stall and walked a distance away before I reached a stall where they were selling weapons and such. Standing against a pillar I was forced to watch the stall first. There were three stall tenders by this stall and it would prove slightly more difficult than stealing the armor.

I leaned against a pillar and continued to watch the stall and those around it.

It was not long before I saw a male and female couple approach with their entourage, money bags clearly visible from within their pockets. Having heard the language long enough I was able to speak and understand it by now.

"Darling." The female said to her male companion. "Let's see what weapons this vendor has. We could get Sid a new weapon for his fiftieth win in the arena."

They were dressed pompously, like new money aristocrats, and their actions were exaggerated beyond belief. Whenever the woman spoke she would wave her hands about, purposefully showing her grand new gown. The man would stand upright with a mock powerful air to him, flamboyant showing off his golden and silver coins as they walked about. The entourage was scantily dressed with exquisite materials, making them look like dancers instead of what they were: slaves.

I watched as the stall keepers from the weaponry stall looked at one another before they smiled exaggeratingly sweet at the pompous couple.

"Let's ask these gentlemen which blade they think would suit Sid most."

They stalled in front of the 'vendor' as they called it, and asked the vendor about which piece would suit the arena champion best, as he was their recently acquired fighter. The male slaves behind them seemed to look at the sword presented to their master before seeming disgusted by the pick, but they didn't dare voice their thoughts. I looked over to the blade, it was a poor quality bronze sword. I almost laughed out loud when I heard them charge the couple two thousand gold coins for the sword, especially when I saw the men shake their heads in disbelief.