🝋🜶 Ah, Carcosa! The famous yellow city nestled into the rocky canyon that forms the main path to the Ġleirall continent.In the shade of the massive rock formations, it was pleasantly cool, the wind winds blowing off the several massive lakes nearby making the air feel refreshing.As you stroll past the odd architecture of the city; past great black domes and soaring, monolithic towers, you decide to find an inn.You've heard of many in the city, and so, like a tourist without a map (which you are, in a sense), you wander aimlessly through the bustling streets.There's only so many streets to wander, you think, so you'll surely find an inn eventually! 🜶🝋

🝋🜶 As you turn another corner, the hustle-and-bustle noise of the city seems to increase tenfold, and the overpowering smells of fruit, spices and various foodstuffs alert you to the fact you're in the shopping district.Well, you've got some money to spend, why not take a look around? You've got hours till night, and you can always ask a local to point you to an inn.You stroll through the shopping district.There are stalls spelling exotic and expensive spices, stalls selling freshly grilled meat, clothes shops selling clothing for those heading out into the Ġleirall desert, shops selling expensive bejwelled earrings and other items of jewellery.It's overwhelming, so many goods and stalls to choose from.You continue on, eyeing every stall.That is, until your attention is stolen by the acrid smell of paint and the purple colour of the stall ahead.It seems to be selling both paintings and paints, powders and pastes of various colours in stoppered jars and vials. 🜶🝋 "Heya! You a customer?" 🝋🜶 The shopkeeper asked.He was a young man, with purple eyes and purple hair drawn back into a short ponytail.He was wearing loose, baggy clothes, and his tanned skin conveyed that he was probably from the Ġleirall desert.He smiled at you, and you got the sense he was also a traveller, though headed in the opposite direction. 🜶🝋