[Nightmaren]

A large city, Lavi, rests in a valley, a river curling around its left side, and leading to a port city. Exports through that port have made it wealthy, and the wealth on its way to power.

His feet carried him carelessly into the city, his hair bound and hidden in a dark brown wig, his skin powdered darker, to a tan look, and then sealed to make sure that it wouldn't rub off on whatever he touched. As for his eyes, he had them shadowed, downcast, and blue-grey tinted glasses covered them, adding an unsaturated purpleish look to his irises.

The name he went by this month was a simple, common name, simply Jack. It was common enough that he could use the name with different disguises, where his real name and appearance might warrant attention. He was raised by some... annoying parents, who named him after a plant they loved. And being albino didn't help with the attention. So this month, he was Jack, the young merchant, who arrived through the port last morning.

He did, of course, have things to prove his guise. Two satchels of simple yet intricate nick-nacks to sell, and money of his own that was rationed to him as he took his job. His feet took him to the market, where a small sum of money purchased a place and a stall, and he placed the stone figures and wood carvings up, a charming smile crossing his face, leaning forward a bit and leaning on the stall.