Sparhawk has one thought in mind. Find Martel. His head is still blurred by the Arcian red that he was drinking with an old friend, but that's the way that Sparhawk wants to be. It's the only way that certain things will finally get to be said.
His steps are steady and methodical as he traces his way through the paths of the nexus, looking for the man, asking if anyone has seen him.
Sparhawk isn't paying much attention to his surroundings, and so when he finds himself in a market, the similarity of it to his homeland is startling. It's then that he hears the familiar voice engaged in a disagreement.
Taking a deep breath, and with the taste of the Arcian red in his mouth, Sparhawk moves forward to the stall, and into Martel's eyeline.
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His steps are steady and methodical as he traces his way through the paths of the nexus, looking for the man, asking if anyone has seen him.
Sparhawk isn't paying much attention to his surroundings, and so when he finds himself in a market, the similarity of it to his homeland is startling. It's then that he hears the familiar voice engaged in a disagreement.
Taking a deep breath, and with the taste of the Arcian red in his mouth, Sparhawk moves forward to the stall, and into Martel's eyeline.