Wednesday, July 30
Vengeance in Freeport: Part 6 – Xangy’s Pottery Shop
The shop’s interior had obviously seen better days. Toppled pottery, some broken, some not, lay haphazardly on the shelves that stand against all four walls. A long table dominated the center of the room where lumps of clay, sculpting tools, and a basin of water resided. Beside the table were a stool and a stained pottery wheel. The person who threw the ceramic object was seated on the stool, his back to the entrance, as he cleaned out broken shards from beneath a shelf.
Before Vlad could get his attention, the young man swiveled to face him. He had short black hair and a faint goatee.
With a sneer he said, “Since you obviously can’t read, let me speak plainly— we’re closed.” The youth repeated the last two words in Elorii and Solani for emphasis before dumping his collected fragments into a wooden trough.
Kham sniffed. “That’s nice. You’re Rufus’ boy, right? I think you can stay open for a couple more minutes.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time,” said the young man. “We’re closed.”
Sebastian put his palms together and pointed his fingertips in the shopkeeper’s direction. “We are here on Council business.” He pulled a broken piece of pottery out of the voluminous folds of his cloak. “It this yours?”
“For the last time,” said the young man, voice rising, “we are—“
Kham kicked over one of the large pots. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?”
The young man’s eyes went wide. “I said…we’re…”
Kham took out a pistol and aimed it at his head. “A little louder. I keep hearing that you’re closed, but that can’t be right, can it?” [MORE]
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