The morning was quiet. the sun had risen up into the first quarter of its race across the sky. It was the City of Goldenhold which displayed its many Markets, it was there in the many Farmer Stalls and Baker’s Stalls that Daner and Faner the Dwarves were. they had a small stall between a Butchers and a Wheat Farmer Stall and was crammed to the very inch of spare space. the poor pair of Dwarves had spent a week here selling goods near constantly for their journey home would take near a week or more. half of their produce had been sold and the other half was mostly stolen, there was nothing they could do to stop them as they could barely move in the crammed stall.
Daner was quickly organising the Fruits he collected to try and not give Faner an excuse to yell at him “Daner! hurry up and pass me those Dragon-Tooth fruit!” he yelled, even when he yelled the sheer volume of the surrounding Market make it merely a whisper.
As quickly as he could Daner heaved the basket of fruit to Faner and continued organising “Dragon-Teeth here, Azure-Fruit there.” he muttered, by now his arms were pained from working, he spent his whole 30 year life working on the stall and even now he was strained.
Daner was still considered a little Teenage as Maturity happened at 50. Faner was nearly 120 and was in his prime, he worked his whole life as a Farmer, as far as Daner remembered even when he was a baby he was put in a basket at the back of the stall while Faner told goods.
Daner wasn’t Faner’s son how ever, his actual Father vanished years ago when Daner was a mere baby.
Over the course of the day the pair sold more goods than usual at much lower prices than normal however. the sun had finally reached its last quarter of its race and signalled the end of the Marker week. as much as poor Daner prayed for the end of the Market Week, he really didn’t want the constant annoyance of leaving the City.
Goldenhold’s Streets were almost always packed with Carts and people. but on a Market Day this became almost impossibly crowded as hundreds of Market Carts left the City at once.
Faner was now tired of working and had become annoyingly loud and commanding, his thick ginger beard had grown longer since they left home and weight as much as a Cart-Wheel which made his back hunched over which made him even more annoying.
As a last minute money grab, Daner thought it be a good idea to sell the empty boxes to save space in the cart, but Faner disagreed and caused an argument “Don’t sell the Baskets! are you spitting mad?” he shouted tugging at his ginger hair, when he spoke his works spat all over the place like a sprinkler. Daner wiped his face of spit and refused to acknowledge Faner’s blaring. “Don’t ignore me! I have looked after you since you were a small bastard boy. show me some respect and listen to me!” he whaled hurtling even more spit at Daner who once again wiped him free “Your tired Faner, you need to calm it.” he tried to conceal the small speck of fury he had.
He did not dislike Faner at all, he was normally a decent Dwarven Farmer who laughed at nearly everything. but often he sometimes lost it when he was tired. he was fond of Drinking like any sane Dwarf and had gone without it for near 2 weeks, which again made his tolerance decrease and his annoyance increase.