Mar 14, 2019
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The brown bag of his Life bumps at Rolandâs hip softly, as the bustling of the Marketplace makes him Home, vulnerable, and careful of his sudden, earthly throes. He hath coin in his pouch, an empty stomach, and the ability to grant himself an Adventure in eâery glance, and in eâery gesture.
A glint of a fantastical bauble strikes him clear as a chord oft the table of one Place, and without stopping doth Roland concord a bee-line âtwards the stand. Crystal balls and hanging pendulums and stacked tomes of an esoteric nature art in persuasive Eye, and Roland bounces on the balls of his feet, and ignores his hallowed stomach to peruse.
