Kolvan pulled sharply on the metal handle of the large wooden door swinging it open. The tall elf strode confidently through the entrance to the marketplace with his right-hand man, Torgan the Orc, following closely behind.
“Hello Sir,” the perky elf behind the reception desk said “were you coming to see our wares today? Only 3 gold pieces for you both to enter and then all our merchandise inside is for sale.” She smiled politely as she leant her hand over the counter expectantly. Kolvan waved his hand and moved towards the second set of doors as Torgan was left to hand over the gold pieces.
“Welcome Sir’s”.” one of the two armed Orcs, acting as both the welcoming party and securing, said as they made their way towards double doors to the ‘showroom’.
Kolvan stepped inside and breathed deeply, his eyes breathing in the sights, his ears devouring the sounds of the busy marketplace and the almost tangible taste of quality wares being tested and sold on his palette.