*several days, minutes, and all the indicators of time earlier.*
The Spell district of lower downtown was bustling; there were common people here and there looking to buy some necessities for their everyday lives for a reasonable price. the stalls and shops were filled with merchants showcasing their goods and work their mastery by selling them in their ability.
This district wasn't the greatest part of the city, but even so, it was a somewhat decent place. There was a small guard hut at the entrance, and on the days there were inspections or when they were tired of sitting like ducks, they even patrolled the street. It was a fairly safe place to buy everyday magic items, but even so, there were shady corners on this street too. The small-time blackmarket business was for the ones who knew a guy who knows a guy...
The biggest 3-story shop in the district had just two customers enter.
"Welcome to our Glorius shop, oh dear pushovers, oh silly me, I mean my beloved customers, oHOHOHOH,squalled the fancy-looking owner as he greeted the customers he was about to scam inside.
"Ah, I love this guy. He really is a joker, isn't he?"
"Ohoh, thatth therthanly through my lofe," said the rich-dressed sniffy man while bombarding a barrage of saliva on the girl's face as he tried his best to speak with his enormous front teeth.
From the makeshift attic of the same three-story building, the man smoking a pipe sighed as he blew blue smoke from his mouth.
"Goddamnit, that old fox Muggs is going to rob them of their pants."
...
after he looked at the blue sky so close to reach but so distant like the days of past for a minute he mumbled "sky is for the gods through eternity" and looked at the people on the street and his special adverstiment recruit too as he lowered his head
"OOWEH HOOWEH WEEEO WEOOI"
In the middle of the street, there was a ragged, messy-looking man frantically breakdancing and spinning a wooden arrow sign that seemed like it was going to crumble at any moment.
"OOWIE UP UP LLOOOOK UPP!!, YOU WILL FIND THE NAZARS MISCELANEOUS GOODS, OOWIE,YEAAH"
"WHAT YOU NEED "HUH,WHAT YOU NEED? GO FOR EVERYTHING YOU NEED."
"And now he started rapping great" said the man, looking down from the window.
"MAGIC TALISMAN CHARM OR DID YOU HURT YOUR ARM AND NEED A CUT OR A FIREARM TO MAKE YOUR NEMESİS ALARM,YEAH DOG" he continued to harrass people to no end while dancing and waving the sign.
"Hey, dumbass, what are you trying to do just to rhyme? Am I some sort of blackmarket cursemaker arm dealer, huh?" He frowned but continued to watch with a smile from the window.
"YO YO CALM DOWN G, OUR G HAS THE G, AND I MEAN BY G "GADGETS" BRAH."
this strange wordplay and emphasis on wording made the man leaning on the window chuckle
"ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS JUMP UP SOME STAIRS. LETS BURN SOME FAT AND WORRIES, CUS YOU WONT BE HAVING THEM WHEN YOU VISIT."
"WELCOME, WELCOME TO THE NAZARS MISCELLANEOUS SHOP YEAH, he pointed to the sky.
There were very few claps and cheers. Most of the ones that got used to this already, simply avoided it; some even smiled. The more arrogant ones expressed their disgust, the more surprised they were.
The man on the window thought you bastards would have to pay to see him perform in the art halls of the city, but now you pooh-pooh damn bastards...
In the direction of the dancer's finger, there was a makeshift rundown attic on the last store. There was a little sign with faded paint, mostly unrecognizable, saying,
"Wooh yeah, it was a heluva dance, yeah, said the man with a pipe in his mouth as he leaned back on his chair by the window and clapped as he chewed the mouthpiece with a grin across ear to ear.
...
A malignant whisper from the darkness was heard.
"Boss, he said shit about guns. Could that bastard be it ?"
"Hmmf fwe fwill schee wfe wfill schee" said the man, from the darkness as he just finished his shopping with his lover.
"what? boss??"
"Yesch,Thactsh Trueh"
"No I mean I didnt understand boss"
"...YOUCH IMBHESCİLHE FUSCHKER!!"