"Fresh fruit! Just picked this morning–you won't find any sweeter than these!" "Pottery for sale! Fine bone china imported from Tarishitar and lacquer ware from Ataiyo!" "Trinkets! Beads and curiosities from Abed!"

Cymbel walked in the shade of the trees as he passed by vendors hawking their wares. It has approaching noon and the sun was becoming unbearably hot. For a fey accustomed to the coolness of twilight traversing the wastelands was torture. If he could, he would have traveled by night but there were more dangers in the dark than during the daylight hours. Perhaps if he had taken an airship it would not have been so difficult. Unfortunately for him, he had left home of his own accord. He would have to take what the world threw at him as he was on his own.

With the hood of his cloak pulled up, he stayed in spots of shadow while browsing the stalls from a comfortable distance. There were many things he would like to purchase for himself, but that would be unbecoming of him. Thus, he stood around and fidgeted while casting glances at the curious things which caught his eye. 

Getting into the city was fun. the guards thought she was up to no good but once they discovered she was weaponless they let her in. out of all the cities in Revaliir This was her favorite.  She walked by the vendors which alway had something that sparked her interests but for once she only brought enough money to by a drink at the tavern. She stopped at the table filled with beads carved from bones and scales. the merchant began to talk and Vinsue walked off. She was not trying to be rude but she knew that many merchants could sail anything to anyone and she would much rather have her drink.

she stopped near a tree and sat down on the sunny side absorbing the warmth. most would give her a questioning look and walk off do to them being to had but the warmth gave her strength and she loved it. She had her hood up as she always did to keep her identity secret. it was a habit of hers to keep the hood up for in most towns it was the only way to keep bounty hunters away. Anyone who saw her would see a white skinned girl in her early twenties, wearing a brown long sleeve button up over shirt and white under shirt. she was wearing a skirt that on one side was at her knee and the other side almost touched the ground. Coins hung from the bottom of both her shirt and skirt in rows of three. 

She knew if she wanted to have fun at the tavern she had to wait tell just about dark to go there. She closed her eyes and laid her head against the tree.

As he discreetly went around another stall, he spotted a person sitting in the sun. To be fair, he was a little envious of those who had tanned skin or had no trouble standing in noonday sunlight. To him his skin was terribly pale and exposure to harsh light made him get sunburned. Under normal circumstances he would've cast an illusion to mask his appearance, but heat exhaustion was sapping his strength. Leaning against the shaded side of the same tree Vinsue was near, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes to rest. He was never good at dealing with the heat, and he was feeling dizzy. Wearing a cloak over a set of robes one would think that he could simply remove a layer, however he would then run the risk of burning.Oh how he wished he had a glass of chilled elderberry-mint juice sweetened with a few drops of honey right now. He felt like he was being slowly steamed to death from the inside out. As he slid down against the trunk, he let out a groan as the heatstroke was beginning to take it's toll. Cymbel felt terribly ill.

Vinsue had drifted to sleep for half a second and only realized it as she woke to a groane. She looked around to see the same busy world she had fallen asleep in with no one in site that looked like they were in a state whar a groane would have escaped their lips. she got up. and walked around the tree. it was one of the smaller trees in the town yet it was still quite large. She quickly spotted a man that also had his hood up and sat against the tree. 

His garments were soaked with sweat and his face was almost as red as fresh blood. It was obvious he was not well. She knew he was heat sick do to seeing others get it in different places. She always thought it a bit funny how two leggeds got when it was hot. than again they stood the cold a bit better than she ever could. She knelt beside him and started drawing the heat away from him. than conjured up a glass of water and handed it to him. "Drink this it will help." Her voice was softer in this form than her other. thow it still held the command of a noble.

As his consciousness was fading, Cymbel heard a voice speak to him. The words were hazy, as if he were hearing them speak underwater. Slowly drinking the water, he felt himself returning back to life as his body temperature was decreasing. His blurred vision regained its clarity, and his hearing was no longer distorted. Still exhausted, he laid there for about ten minutes until the red from his face had receded. Getting up, he leaned on the tree for support as he was back on his feet. 

His breathing was more regular now, and he wiped the spilled water from his mouth. Once fully recovered, he spoke between labored breaths. "…Thank you." He wasn't sure what more he could say. Any other expressions of gratitude were temporarily lost to him as his head stopped throbbing. Putting a hand to his forehead he checked his temperature and wiped away the sweat from his brow. He could feel the back of his neck was completely damp now, having perspired far more than he had in the past two centuries of his life. He would need to bathe and have his clothes washed to regain some semblance of decency. Even though he had nearly suffered heatstroke, he wasn't going to take off his hood until then. He was absolutely sure his hair was a soggy mess.

She watched as he drank the water. it was funny how it spilled from the sides as he drank it. course she smiled seeing him come back to a continuous state. She stood as he did making sure he did not fall over or get up too fast. seeing he would be ok she stepped back to give him some space. she bowed her head as he said thanks. she did not need it but was glad to have helped for people that she helped are less likely to attack and she liked friends better than enemies.

She looked at him a bit curious as to why he would keep his cape on with him be that hot. she pushed the thought away. "I'm Vinsue. what's your name."

He paused when the woman spoke. Giving away his name was dangerous, so he considered an alternative. "Ms. Vinsue, you have my eternal thanks. If it were not for your act of kindness, I surely would not continue to draw breath." Cymbel placed his right hand over his heart and gave a slight bow. "You may call me Cielben Lambrey." The name he gave was not his real name, but there was no way for her to know that. His tone of voice and body language did not give himself away. Also, he had never distinctly said that was his name, he merely suggested she could refer to him as such. Personally he did not want to deceive her, but giving someone your own name was a very serious matter. 

As a fey he could not simply give away this knowledge flippantly, unlike how most humans and other races did. Besides… a complete stranger calling him by his name felt too personal. Just as humans did not call their elders by their first names, fey did not tell you their real names in their first meeting. It was proper courtesy. 

She smiled as he again said thanks. She knew she would not have been the only one to have helped. this place was crawling with elves and she knew that they would not let someone die in there streats. "Mr Cielben Lambrey. nice name." She said it aloud to make sure she pronounced it correctly. "So what brings you out in this heat if you do not mind me asking." she watched the way he stood and talked. He gave of the impression of a warrior though it just may be his pride.

Cymbel was mentally questioning why he had decided to come out in this sweltering weather himself. He motioned to the elven buildings around them. "I heard of the unique architecture of Endapano from books and written recollections of travels. I found the idea of buildings constructed within century-old trees fascinating, and so I came to see them myself." A decision he was now sorely regretting, as the information he recalled from the travel guides failed to mention you had to cross a desert of all things to reach the kingdom first. 

Why did it have to be desert? Why couldn't it have been a lake, or a bog instead? He was used to rain and cloudy skies so he had wished to experience sunny weather, but soon realized it was possible to have too much of a good thing. He knew he should have bought a parasol before he left.

She looked at the busy streets and tree homes as he gestured towards them. "Looks like you forgot to read up on the travel to and from this place. Funny enough that's what first brought me here. the books fell to talk of the journey to this place though which seems to be your case." She was a bit curious how this place had changed in the last 20 years since she had saw it and thought it would at least let Cielben out or the sun. "Come, the stores are always cooler on the inside." or at least they were when she last saw this place. 

She turned and started towards one of the dining shops. "I have found it a good idea on my travels to get an idea of what to expect on the way to and from the places i want to go to. course that was after i almost froze to death on one of my travels." she still had chills from that hike though she did find what she was looking for.