This part of the Fade, like so many others, was a mirror of its counterpart. The place was once a marketplace, sprawling levels of shops cut into the side of a great hill with a grand temple atop highest point of land. Here, some spirits could suggest the history: echos of a bustling economic center with banners and tents all carefully arranged to draw in any traveler with a fair bit of change in his pocket. But the truth of the place was faint, buried under layers and layers of other histories and truths: the ramshackle camps of old human nomadic tribes, shades of old battles and the growth of the surrounding forest eventually swallowing the ruins whole.
Nuven'in traveled these old memories and impressions, poking her nose at wisps as she made her way around the spires, both crumbling and whole superimposed over one another in this segregated realm.
But there was another here. A visitor— one not quite like herself but close enough— seemed to be poking around as well. She watched him from her perch, stretching out and waiting for something interesting to happen.
Perhaps something would: this part of the Fade seemed to be claimed by a demon of Greed, and one whose attention, she could feel, was shifting towards this young dreamer…
The world was different when he dreamed. No longer crumbling buildings, chiseled back into the ground or forgotten paths no longer walked. The buildings rose back up to the skies, feet moving once again on the lost roads. And it was something he could see, something he could always have seen. He used to take it with wonder, but now he had a purpose for it.
Fenvir had found himself in the keep of a marketplace long forgotten to time, yet not to the Beyond. He moved with easy foot in the crowd, grey eyes glancing at the wares and the bartering. It was real enough to fool someone unaware, yet he was never unaware. He could feel something crawling up the back of his spine, watching and waiting.
Fenvir easily passed by the stands, no matter how much the merchants shouted their wares to him. There was something specific to find here, at least he had hoped to.
“Searching, young man?” Fenvir stopped in his steps and glanced to the being wearing the form of an old woman. “I assure you, I may have what you want. You look like a lad who hasn’t had much luck, meant for far more than the meager attire you own.”
“My meager attire is finely handmade by Dalish artisans,” he threw back plainly, a smirk coming to his features.
“I have no need for such a thing.”
“Yet you do for knowledge.” Fenvir furrowed his brow at that. The woman continued. “You thirst for it. And I may be able to assist, if you only allow it.”
“My pride would not allow it,” Fenvir retorted after a moment, a snort of amusement coming from him. “Good day to you.” With that, he continued on his path, finally sensing someone else lurking about. Someone else of notable ability...