This place, Bottlebomb City, was a ten minute walk from that place. A walk for Freya, anyways; Fiore didn't have legs and thus, so could not perform that action.
Bottlebomb was a beautiful place, coated in yellow chalky bricks with yellow and pink buildings to fit the scheme. The bricks were from clay deposited by the five rivers that deposit in the middle of the metropolis. All vehicle travel in this town was by water bicycle or boat; there was no need for much travel in landed areas. All land areas were merchant tents! Odd...
Upon wandering, Freya had met with a passing civilian and asked them about the area. Apparently, the town was having a famous international festival called "Seller's Season." Merchants all around the globe gather here yearly to sell their things; be it junk or holy artifacts from times long past. Receiving money during this time by normal means would prove to be difficult if you weren't selling anything. This is what Freya concluded.
"Great, Fiore. Now we'll never receive my money back because you impulsively buy shit we don't need."
Instead of a sassy reply, he remained silent with a dumb smirk across his face. The hatred was mutual, so to speak.
The civilian, named Kasib Castillo, was a tall looming feline with a set of disposable hand-like tails. He was a species called a phalynx, they weren't so common nowadays due to poaching. One would think poaching was a medieval thing, but yet...
Stopping there, he made a swooping motion with his huge *actual* hands, yellow to the brink from paw pads. With this and smooth speech, he had made an offer to the crew.
"Say, you need money? Follow me, I believe I can help you... for free."
Bottlebomb was a beautiful place, coated in yellow chalky bricks with yellow and pink buildings to fit the scheme. The bricks were from clay deposited by the five rivers that deposit in the middle of the metropolis. All vehicle travel in this town was by water bicycle or boat; there was no need for much travel in landed areas. All land areas were merchant tents! Odd...
Upon wandering, Freya had met with a passing civilian and asked them about the area. Apparently, the town was having a famous international festival called "Seller's Season." Merchants all around the globe gather here yearly to sell their things; be it junk or holy artifacts from times long past. Receiving money during this time by normal means would prove to be difficult if you weren't selling anything. This is what Freya concluded.
"Great, Fiore. Now we'll never receive my money back because you impulsively buy shit we don't need."
Instead of a sassy reply, he remained silent with a dumb smirk across his face. The hatred was mutual, so to speak.
The civilian, named Kasib Castillo, was a tall looming feline with a set of disposable hand-like tails. He was a species called a phalynx, they weren't so common nowadays due to poaching. One would think poaching was a medieval thing, but yet...
Stopping there, he made a swooping motion with his huge *actual* hands, yellow to the brink from paw pads. With this and smooth speech, he had made an offer to the crew.
"Say, you need money? Follow me, I believe I can help you... for free."