Chapter 12, Duncan:Memories of the first meeting with Tiivel had melted into the fog of festivities. It seemed all recollection took on an air of the grandiose. Surely, he misremembered events.
Good to his drunken word, Duncan had made his way through the marketplace. Dressed in his best set of clothes, he still looked the beggar amongst the finer couture on display. Here, patrons struggled to show off their wealth as much as they strove to find bargains. The first rule of wealth: the rich rarely enjoyed parting with their gold.
This wasn’t just any plaza and marketplace in Zar. Situated below the palace, this was the one frequented by the richest and most influential citizens the free city had to offer. They lived in mansions dug deep into the Spire. Their clothes cost more than Duncan
