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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Late morning 
[color=Lightblue]Location[/color]: Roshmi city
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: [@Dezuel]
[color=Lightblue]Ambiance[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD1eaoWLOcg]Roshmi[/url]

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Ilan walked beside Baraian in comfortable silence. They were heading towards the marketplace of Roshmi. The dark elf believed it would be a place where humans could likely be gathering. Ilan didn't know much about humans yet. He had learned they were not as different as he expected. Like any who lived in Avalia they had hopes dreams, the need for food, shelter and safety. Ilan listened to Baraian's kind words, delivered in a toneless voice, something Ilan had grown accustomed to. He listened to his words, not in the manner he chose to deliver them. The faun was touched by what he said. He hoped one day he could play his music in times of peace. Until then, he would use it to ease the pain of war. 

The walked through the gates of the immense demi-human city. Ilan always needed a few minutes to adjust to all the overwhelming sights, sounds and smells the city had to offer. Once he'd settled he grew less weary of the loud noises and bustling crowds. He was grateful he'd visited Roshmi often when he was younger. It was less threathening, and he could enjoy the inviting atmosphere of all the city sights. The marketplace while still very well visited and appreciated by the city folk was not what it used to be. As the war intensified it slowly spilled into the city too. Ilan remembered his grandmother telling him about some of the beauty of Roshmi, which now sadly was no longer there. Even he could remember the market had seen better times. 

Luckily some of his favorite stalls were still there and offered everything to his heart content. The scent of flowers made him happy and gleaming honey cakes were stacked on top of each other, creating golden towers of sweet delight. He walked over to the bakery stand and looked at the cakes, smiling at the many memories he had of eating them. Next to the bakery stand there was a modest flower stand. Ilan inspected their wares from a distance. He could tell they sold less well-known flowers, the ones who were only popular with the people who knew what they were. Ilan loved stalls like that one. There was always something to find he didn't expect. 

Baraian suggested he would play his lyre to draw the crowd. Ilan turned and looked up at the dark elf. 
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He exclaimed with enthusiasm, his voice getting a little higher. Afterwards he got a little closer to Baraian and covered part of his mouth with his hand, whispering to him. Ilan failed to realize his gesture was anything but covert, in fact his attempt at muffling out his words made him look all the more suspicious. 
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There was an empty stand next to the flower stand, the vendor most likely having a day off. Ilan swiftly jumped on top of the wooden boards, with the ease of a deer. He took the lyre from his back and slowly people started to turn their heads his way expectantly. Ilan felt the familiar butterflies in his stomach rise through his entire body, as eyes from all over were looking at him. He smiled kindly and started to play a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1-LCnGojnw]joyful tune[/url], his notes smooth like water flowing from a fountain.  

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