albeit this one was much
smaller. Above the two great wood carved doors, below the stain-glass window,
were the words The Magic Emporium embedded and covered in gold.
Soren jumped down, handing the reins to Zildjin.
“I will let Eleanor know we have arrived, bring the balkars
around back and unload the wagon while you are there.”
“Of course,” Zildjin replied.
Sesuadra jumped from the cart and proceeded to the large
wooden gate at the side of the emporium. Zildjin steered the hefty creatures up
a dirt path and through the gates around back.
Behind the emporium was a large fenced off area like a
courtyard, with several small structures in it. There was a stable, an expanse
of dirt with targets at the end of it, and two other wooden huts. A set of six
steps led up to the rear entrance.
“Here,” Zildjin led the wagon to one of the wooden huts.
Sesuadra jumped down and opened the hut, it was a storage
shed.
Marc hopped out of the wagon as well.
They formed another train and quickly finished unloading the
rest of the supplies. Marc’s arms flared with pain as they finished, it had
been awhile since he had done a good bit of heavy lifting. His whole body felt
sore from the wagon ride as well. He brushed his fingers on the sword hilt at
his side and felt a small surge of warmth spread up his arm. It was a good
feeling. Neither Zildjin nor Sesuadra showed any sign of fatigue. Marc imagined
they did this all the time.
Zildjin led the balkars to the stable. Marc watched as he
spread handfuls of a pungent smelling spice across the stable. Sesuadra
shoveled large clumps of feed into a trough which the large creatures quickly
bowed their heads and ate out of.
Marc felt a little awkward just watching, but was grateful
they didn’t ask for his help, his arms hurt.
They soon finished and came over to Marc.
“Let us go inside, Soren must be talking with Eleanor,”
Zildjin patted Marc on the back, “You will like it here, the shop is quite a
sight inside, Eleanor has a vast collection of baubles and things.”
Marc didn’t know what to say in reply so he just nodded his
head.
They walked up the small steps and opened the rear doors.
Marc followed the boys inside.
A short hall led to a large chamber room. A set of stairs
led to a loft and there were a few other hallways and doors leading to other
rooms. The decorations and items in the large space indicated it to be a living
area. A spacious kitchen lay to the right next to a large fire hearth and
stove, which jutted out of the furthest rock wall next to cabinets which must
have been filled with food and cooking equipments and other supplies. The
entire room smelled like freshly baked bread, cinnamon, and fresh air.
The polished wood floor was covered with furs of different
colors and shagginess. The walls were decorated with tapestries of fancy and
artistic colors and designs. A desk sat in one of the corners, piled high with
leather bound books, scrolls and littered with feather pens and ink wells.
There were several large windows, their shutters open, letting in the bright
sunlight. In the center of the room a number of wooden chairs were arranged
around a sizable, ornate wooden table.
Soren sat at the table next to an older woman.
Both turned as the boys entered.
The woman stood with an expression of relief and joy on her
face.
“Zildjin, Sesuadra, my boys, home at last!”
The old woman looked to be in her early fifties. She had
warm brown eyes, a kind smile, and long silky gray hair braided into a large
bun. She wore a long gray blue dress laced up on both sides with a large fancy
silver adorned belt around her waist. The sleeves of the dress were white with
blue cuffs. The cuffs were embroidered with silver thread in meticulous details
of intertwining tree branches. The collar of her dress came up past her neck
and pointed upward. She wore long blue boots with silver buckles and blue
leather lace.
She took both of the boys in a warm hug. She looked
smaller. Above the two great wood carved doors, below the stain-glass window,
were the words The Magic Emporium embedded and covered in gold.
Soren jumped down, handing the reins to Zildjin.
“I will let Eleanor know we have arrived, bring the balkars
around back and unload the wagon while you are there.”
“Of course,” Zildjin replied.
Sesuadra jumped from the cart and proceeded to the large
wooden gate at the side of the emporium. Zildjin steered the hefty creatures up
a dirt path and through the gates around back.
Behind the emporium was a large fenced off area like a
courtyard, with several small structures in it. There was a stable, an expanse
of dirt with targets at the end of it, and two other wooden huts. A set of six
steps led up to the rear entrance.
“Here,” Zildjin led the wagon to one of the wooden huts.
Sesuadra jumped down and opened the hut, it was a storage
shed.
Marc hopped out of the wagon as well.
They formed another train and quickly finished unloading the
rest of the supplies. Marc’s arms flared with pain as they finished, it had
been awhile since he had done a good bit of heavy lifting. His whole body felt
sore from the wagon ride as well. He brushed his fingers on the sword hilt at
his side and felt a small surge of warmth spread up his arm. It was a good
feeling. Neither Zildjin nor Sesuadra showed any sign of fatigue. Marc imagined
they did this all the time.
Zildjin led the balkars to the stable. Marc watched as he
spread handfuls of a pungent smelling spice across the stable. Sesuadra
shoveled large clumps of feed into a trough which the large creatures quickly
bowed their heads and ate out of.
Marc felt a little awkward just watching, but was grateful
they didn’t ask for his help, his arms hurt.
They soon finished and came over to Marc.
“Let us go inside, Soren must be talking with Eleanor,”
Zildjin patted Marc on the back, “You will like it here, the shop is quite a
sight inside, Eleanor has a vast collection of baubles and things.”
Marc didn’t know what to say in reply so he just nodded his
head.
They walked up the small steps and opened the rear doors.
Marc followed the boys inside.
A short hall led to a large chamber room. A set of stairs
led to a loft and there were a few other hallways and doors leading to other
rooms. The decorations and items in the large space indicated it to be a living
area. A spacious kitchen lay to the right next to a large fire hearth and
stove, which jutted out of the furthest rock wall next to cabinets which must
have been filled with food and cooking equipments and other supplies. The
entire room smelled like freshly baked bread, cinnamon, and fresh air.
The polished wood floor was covered with furs of different
colors and shagginess. The walls were decorated with tapestries of fancy and
artistic colors and designs. A desk sat in one of the corners, piled high with
leather bound books, scrolls and littered with feather pens and ink wells.
There were several large windows, their shutters open, letting in the bright
sunlight. In the center of the room a number of wooden chairs were arranged
around a sizable, ornate wooden table.
Soren sat at the table next to an older woman.
Both turned as the boys entered.
The woman stood with an expression of relief and joy on her
face.
“Zildjin, Sesuadra, my boys, home at last!”
The old woman looked to be in her early fifties. She had
warm brown eyes, a kind smile, and long silky gray hair braided into a large
bun. She wore a long gray blue dress laced up on both sides with a large fancy
silver adorned belt around her waist. The sleeves of the dress were white with
blue cuffs. The cuffs were embroidered with silver thread in meticulous details
of intertwining tree branches. The collar of her dress came up past her neck
and pointed upward. She wore long blue boots with silver buckles and blue
leather lace.
She took both of the boys in a warm hug. She looked
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