FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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B)The Marketplace should take precedence for restocking and maybe raising some coin

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Pleasantries can wait. As nice as the allure of drink, flesh, or fur sounds there's more important matters to deal with first. Checking his money pouch, Enek counted out 4 gold coins, 2 silver, and 7 copper ones. It was enough to get by on for awhile, the gold coins alone could likely buy a simple meal for one for a solid month or so but that would assume he was chose to live in an alley somewhere to get by. From past experience in money changing Enek knew that the various coins had incremental value in tens. 10 copper to a silver, 10 silver to a gold, and if there was a higher currentcy than the gold Enek was certain it's would be a ten to one as well.

Following the signposts through the twisting streets, the mainstreet for the most part was straight forward. As close to a town square as it was likely to get, an entire square block was dedicated to shops and stalls. Various humans and morphs all shouted out their wares in attempt to lure in costumers. "Ah, you sir!" A raven colored Avian man wearing a greased stained white apron and bandana called to Enek from behind a portable food cart. "You look like you could use a hearty bowl of noodles and meat, just don't question where the meat came from!" He laughed boisterously, cooking out of a large wok.

"Maybe later." Enek called back, patting his stomach as a slight growl answered as well.

The next person down the line to catch his attention was a large set human man holding up a painted sign. "Come check out Amarith's Alchemy lab! Potions, tonics, and maybe even the mystic beyond! Mistress Amarith has all, and can cure all!" True to the sales pitch, the sign had the the name of the aforementioned shop emblazoned across it in bright lettering that seemed to have a sparkle and glow to it. "Make that little lady or hunky gentleman you're after fall for you instantly with a love potion! Unsightly wart or mutation from being above ground too long? We got remedies for it all!"

"So how good is this Mistress you speak of exactly?" Enek couldn't help but curiously ask as he passed by.

The advertiser smiled wide, showing off strange squared teeth as he laughed loudly. "How good is she?! I used to be a hippo, not figuratively I mean litteraly. I was born a morph, and just look at me now!" His voice quieted down as Enek moved away from the area, deeper into the market. Thinking on that for a moment Enek whistled, impressed if the tale had actually been true.

Further on was a refurbished equipment and goods shop. The snake-morph running the stand watched him closely, as if evaluating Enek. "Going out into the wildssss? Thisss one hasss all you need to sssurvive." The tone was neutral to match the expressionless face. Sparing a moment to check if the selection had anything particularly note worthy. A lot of it was scavenged military surplus like Enek already wore, as well as somewhat patchwork travelers clothing and cloaks. Judging from the treatment at the gate it wasn't very likely Enek would find a weapon just sitting out on the table. The rest of the merchants surplies had been items like waterskins, sealed ration tins, backpacks, and lengths of rope and chain. All invaluable to surviving in a given situation but also not without cost. Shouldering his pack, Enek was happy that for the most part he already had those on hand.

A little ways down from the supplies shop and furthest away form the heart of the district, the most intense of smells hit Enek's nose. The scent caused him to cringe instantly, holding a hand over his face as he looked for the source. It seemed to be coming from not quite a shop at all, but a camp that had been set up. There was a fire pit already burning hot and various leather tanning racks set up a fair distance away from it. The thought occured to Enek how morbid it must be for the canine-morphs who seemed to be operating in the are not only for having to skin feral breathren but also put up with this smell. The various pelts and leathers were all on display, but more interesting were the fact that he noticed some of the canines wore quivers of arrows and even strung bows on their backs.

He wanted to call out to the canine group and ask how they had weapons inside of the town, but his attention was broken as a nearby voice seemed to be calling out. Normally he wouldn't have given it a second though, simply assuming it had been another of the many merchants trying to garner a buyers attention. The female voice had a hint of worry in it though as she called out for someone. "Tommy? Where are you? Dammit Tom-Tom this isn't funny, you know mom's going to kill us if we're home late again!" The voice belonged to a human girl, perhaps a few years younger than him and pretty cute in his opinion. She had a real farmers tan, freckled face, braided hair, country girl kind of look to her. Even her voice had a bit of an accent to it, though it shaked with worry and concern the more she called out for whoever this "Tom-Tom" was.

There was plenty to buy and likely trade here, among who knows what else? Someone was likely to have work needing done if asked, supposing that raising more coin was the goal.