Fish Market

You make your way south to the shore. You smell the fish market before you can see it. You keep getting closer and soon you can hear the hustle and bustle of the busy economical epicenter of the town. People shout, things are tossed about, merchants try to coax passerbys’ wallets out. You turn the corner and finally see the famed fish market for all its glory. Many different shops, awnings, stands, and tents are propped up every which way. You scan across small tables filled with ice and fish. Fortunately, as you are quite the opposite of an avid angler, small signs on tables, although not uniform, help guide you.

“Snapper, Tuna, Mackerel, Halibut, Cod”

You haven’t had any luck yet. You somehow manage to stumble upon shellfish before mullets.

“Oysters, Scallops, Lobster, Crab, Shrimp”

Fortunately, you finally find it. A mullet stand, with an oak table, ice chests packed full of mullets big and small. With a small awning over it. The surrounding wares, Calamari and Shark Fin, make it feel out of place. Likely intentional. Behind the stand is a very cliche look for a prophet. A small, withering, tottering old man with a long beard. He appears to be dozing off. You cough into your fist to awaken him. He falls backwards, off of his perch on a small, quaking aspen wood stool before quickly standing up.

“Mullets! Mullets! Big ‘n’ fresh! Cheap too! Don’t get much cheaper!”

The old man frantically shouts. In most places, this would turn heads on a large radius, however, the noise and everyday hubbub of the Cobiza fish market drowns him out. He notices you and starts trying to convince you to indulge in some fish.

“Look at this beaut! This guy here could feed you for a week! But I don’t rack up the prices like those other venders here, no sir, this fish is going for the low low price of only…”

You cut him off. He looks slightly irked, then looks at you expectantly.

“Are you the prophet, who can help me defeat Pohlep?” You whisper, nearly inaudible into his ear.

A look of shock floods his eyes.

“You! You’re the chosen one! Follow me, quick! We can’t talk here! Someone will overhear us and we’ll both pay the hefty price!” He rasps out, not using his vocal cords to remain quiet.

He quickly hobbles away, leaving the stand unattended. He is a slow walker, and he isn’t looking back. You look back at the large fish. That really would give you a lot of food. You could probably nab it…