Dress Code
It’d been a few months since they’d finally reached shore again. And now that they had, he was surprised to find that they’d landed on the country closest to Parthevia. Only here for supplies though. They were only here for supplies. He didn’t plan to linger very long. So, he made sure to make use of this time here wisely before they left. Considering, even if they were weeks and even maybe a month away from Parthevia, he still felt a bit paranoid.
Though as he walked through the area, he blinked at the child whom seemed only half his age, his head tilting as he kneeled down to the other’s height. “Sorry to say but we’ve only what we’re wearing and only money for food. I’m sure your god will be fine until we’ve gone. We’ve not here for that long, I promise. Just long enough to buy food and other supplies for our ship.”
He then grinned and pat the boy’s head. After that, he stood and glanced to the others, giving commands to the ones whom followed him. Considering, Sinbad was back at the ship still. It was Sinbad’s job to look after the crew and ship after all and his own to recruit people and gather supplies. That didn’t mean his captain couldn’t leave to explore though. He made that clear to him to leave when he wanted.
That aside, he then turned from the child whom tried to get his attention and returned to his original goal. Right, finding a place with decent foods that would keep for months at a time. Candied fruits, dried and salted meats and so on that they could keep with them. Of course, that’d take a bit of merchant hopping but he was sure he’d find something. Though he had the oddest feeling he was going to be followed around-
Was this person serious? Did he really think he could disrespect their lord so easily?! How absurd. Even if he may be a traveler, it didn't excuse the lack of proper wear. But what was he doing here anyways? His clothing seemed obviously foreign to the common attire of Sasan, and they very rarely had traders come through here since they knew what would happen if they didn't respect the kingdom's religious traditions.
He gave the older person a displeased frown, adjusting his turban as it was slightly made askew when his head was pat. The boy was stubborn, and he really wasn't going to let this stranger walk away so easily. He trailed after, keeping his composure as words came out. "You don't understand. You have to. If you don't, you'll get in big trouble."
People who didn't follow teachings could be exiled from Sasan without resources, and, on a rare occasion, executed. Spartos had never seen one himself, but they were only used in extreme measures.
"Are you even listening to me?" he questioned with a slight pout.