X: The Sorceress
Akshara went back to the city’s western market. This time she wasn’t wearing a priestess robe, so she was left alone. She thought herself lucky that no one recognized her.
She went right up to Lio’s merchant stall. Lio was a small man, with short dark hair, and bronzed skin. He looked to be in his sixties, and seemed like a kind enough man, unless you dressed as a priestess.
He looked up at her, and said, “Can I get you something?”
“Tars’keli sent me,” she whispered.
“You—you were just here this morning in a priestess robe. Get out of here before I shout again,” he said in a hushed tone.
Akshara picked up a clay pot filled with spices, opened it, and took a deep sniff—it was crushed avacasi flower. It reminded her of Heko who would always pick the flowers the spice c
