To Market, To Market | Open RP Post
The strange open marketplace on Zoltey XXIV was the sort of place that Hektor was far more comfortable with than the rest of them. For one thing, it was a place full of xenos. For another, it was hardly secure. Rather, it was known for excessive theft and vandalism.
Ceanu, Eliezer and Maus had still gone with. The former Emperor’s Child had, amusingly enough, taken to setting up a booth there and selling his art. Ceanu was treating the trip as shore leave. As they worked to set up Eliezer’s displays, Ceanu read in a dark corner of the stall, refusing to budge. When the task was finished, he waved a dismissive hand, claiming that he was content to babysit Eliezer for the remainder of the day.
Eliezer for his part was keeping an eye out for customers. Some of them scoffed at his prices affixed to each mosaic, but he wasn’t about to lower them.
“We might as well explore,” Maus decided.
Hektor tilted his head for a moment before nodding. “I follow where you lead.”
“…Sure,” Maus muttered. He wished Hektor wouldn’t phrase things in such a way. Really he needn’t have bothered replying at all. Hektor tended to follow him around no matter what.
This was one of the few places where they didn’t really make much of an impression save for the few skeptical xenos who skittered away when they spotted them. Astartes were not, by and large, known for their love of non-humans.
Hektor seemed indifferent. Maus, on the other hand, skirted around unfamiliar beings as they walked on. That is until he all but bashed into someone, which halted all of the foot traffic.
Countless eyes - some bulging, some pupil-less, some roughly the size of a large pack animal - glared at him as he turned to look at the person he’d knocked over.
“Terribly sorry about that.”