A howling, dusty wind blows through Po-koro, flitting inamongst the houses and shops, whipping wildly, loose things wobble slightly, and the cloth tops roar and whip. Eyes are drawn towards the open gate, and standing within is a diminuative lone Po-Matoran, atop a rather ordinary Ussal crab. He looks at all the turned heads, and nervously clears his throat. "Sorry 'bout the draft," He chuckles, putting a lone hand to the back of his head.
He and his crab quickly scurry in, and the gates shut slowly behind him, ending the unyielding dust waves. To his dismay, he puts his trusty steed in the Ussalry, before beginning his journey into the town he once called home. Patiently, he meanders about the koro, before deciding to follow his Pa's reasonable advice.
---Begin Minor Internal Flashback---
*Find the place with the longest line,* The Pakari wearing Po-Matoran said to a younger version of the newcomer, *and get in it.*
---End Minor Internal Flashback---
Gazing about the bazaar, A lone stand catches the eyes of the new traveler. Stationed out front of a small shack, what looks like a small forum has gathered. *While there may not be a line,* The traveler thought, *The crowd certainly says that it must be somewhat popular.* Slowly, he works his way through the veritable sea of beings, all shapes and sizes, enjoying the common treat of a doughnut, before approaching the relatively normal looking toa of gravity.
"Greetings. I am interested in your wares. Care to explain what the current exchange is?" He asks the owner of the simple shop, his eyepieces whirring and focusing, before learning that the being currently running the area was simply an employee.
Turning away, he entered the bazaar anew, perusing stands at random.
OOC: Matoko open for interaction
Edited by Rennoc215, Mar 25 2015 - 05:33 PM.