Location: Outdoor market, Bastion
Time: Solar noon
It was all but aflame outside in Bastion's capital, but that deterred none of the midday markets from setting up their stalls and advertising their wares to the public. The streets were covered partially by colorful fabrics strewn across from building to building to create a cool shade in which buyers could peruse under. Most of Bastion's capital was made up of modern buildings, but the market always sprung up in the old town where the buildings were older than anyone who lived here and the streets were worn smooth by years of foot travel.
It certainly had more character than the newer districts, but it wasn't hard to spot where modernity was creeping in. Malou started to make a game of counting modern amenities among the stucco homes, and she spotted everything from solar roofs to D.I.Y. holoboards slapped onto walls.
"Handmade jewlery from Bastion's finest silversmith!" "Bastion-grown ganja! It's legal--unlike spice!"
As tempted as Malou was to start poking around the market stalls, she was technically here on some mission. The details themselves essentially boiled down to finding some person who was some big shot in the old city. Truth be told, Malou didn't pay all that much attention to the details. It was on her datapad if she needed any of it anyway.
It was honestly about time that Malou got assigned a mission and actually went through with it. She'd been ambitious as an acolyte, but as soon as she became a champion, she'd relaxed a bit. One could even say she'd relaxed a bit too much, as she'd wormed her way out of quite a few things by now. The Miralukan had been under the impression that she'd have a lot more freedom to do what she wanted as a champion, and while that was true it wasn't true one-hundred percent of the time. If she hadn't been assigned this mission with an acolyte instead of another champion, she probably would've tried to avoid this one too. Between boredom and not wanting her master to get on her for avoiding her duties, she'd ended up here.
Just like she'd not paid attention to the details of the mission, Malou hadn't paid attention to who she was meeting here either. The champion had been off on Exegol, so arriving with the acolyte wasn't in the plan. If memory served her correctly, they were supposed to meet one another somewhere in this market. 'Or was it inside one of the shops?' She couldn't remember, but maybe she should get on figuring that out.
"Hey you there! Young lady with the mas-! The blind-! ...the blindfold. Why don't you come look..." The silversmith she'd heard advertising his wares earlier had turned his attention to her. When she turned toward the sound so that her face was visible to him, his voice trailed off as he grimaced at himself. Malou thought it was a funny reaction, but it didn't encourage her to go over to see his pieces. She was half tempted to ask if he knew a local goldsmith, though.
'Now, who is this acolyte?' The Serennian finally pulled out her datapad to check.
tag: @Sreeya