It was another day at the northern market. I heave the heavy bag full of fish on my back and head down to the market where my stall was set up. I go down the steep hill from where my cave was and scatter the fish across the table. The sun was just peaking from the horizon. Only a few stalls were open other than mine. Including Sven's.
Sven sold precious stones and occasionally jewelry if he gets lucky in his journeys. "Hey Sven! How was your trip?" I ask, to start up the conversation.
"Oh, the usual, Rider. Found a good stash of quartz near the beaches of an Island."
"What island?"
"Place called Berk" I froze. "A bit more hostile than I would have liked but they let me dig after a fair share of negotiation."
I go back to sorting fish. "What did they talk about?"
"The locals kept telling me stories either about a lost heir or a dragon master that defeated the queen of some nest"
"anything else?" I say, while tossing a fish in the air before catching it again.
Sven faces me, "you got a lot of questions about the place. What up?"
"Just have some relatives there." More or less.
Sven goes back to polishing the quartz " nothing much after that."
"hm"
TIME JUMP
The sun started to sink back into the ocean and the sky became a crimson red. Only about ten fish were left when I started closing my stall up. Once I was sure my doors were properly locked, I headed back to the hill I came from.
NOTE: Was on time crunch. Will edit again later (probably tmr). this note will change too.