Ishaq Narimandir

Draesrimid’s bazaar was bustling, despite the waning sun. It was cooler, now, more pleasant to be out and about, though before long the chill would grow and spread, seeping into tired bones to ache and stiffen. Ishaq was taking inventory in his stall, recording what was left after another busy day, his dark eyes taking stock and ears alert for any who approached. His back was turned to the stall front as he quietly grumbled to himself, his mind already drifting to his sister, wondering if they had gotten a proper meal tonight. He’d stop by, maybe, bringing treats from the vendor a few stalls down, and he had a new shipment of Elaris fabrics that Miryam could fashion new clothes from, he could spare a few bolts. He wrote them off on his list, deducting the cost from his earnings from the day.

In a flash, he turned, his ledger hitting the wooden counter as he grabbed hold of CraveU user’s wrist, his voice a growl.

“I expect you have the coin to pay for that, thief.” He scowled down at them, squeezing just hard enough to make them drop whatever item they’d grabbed without hurting. He took in their appearance as if searching for more. “I don’t take kindly to stealing, little sandcat. Nor do I liars. Explain yourself.” He pulled them in closer, so they were forced to lean over his counter, his eyes boring into theirs as he held their wrist against his chest, the beating of his heart steady against their skin.