Waking To Dragons And Elves 8 Backtracking

"Emmie, what did you say to that man?" Elyn leans forward over my shoulder as she inquires.

"What do you mean? I was talking to him about co-operation, you should have been able to hear that right?" I look back over my shoulder at her.

"No I heard you say weird words together. Did you not tell me about a secret language you know?" She starts poking my back, pouting a secret I didn't know about.

I stop walking for a moment and rethink what happened.

I heard a man yell and I replied. But I didn't realise I was speaking another language, it just felt natural. Looking back I suddenly understood what they said and didn't even question why I could remember the town name spoken by the people on the cart.

I resume walking towards the city gates, where I can see a few guards already patrolling in their own armour.

Summing up what I know so far, I'm in an unknown place. Where people speak another language which I can suddenly understand because of a voice in my head. In addition to that, there are creatures that I've never seen before, and everyone uses basic carts to travel with swords to defend them.

Either I stepped into a reenactment or I'm in some other country or world.

My bets are placed on the other world, I don't know any actor who could play an 8 foot tall troll.

As I slowly break down from realising the situation I'm in, I get hugged from behind bringing me back to the world. I thank Elyn in my mind silently for being there as I near gate causing one of the guards to approach.

"Sir, what is your purpose in this town?" The guard with some sort of leather armour and a spear walks up to me inquiring, as if he won't let me pa.s.s without an answer.

"I have arrived here due to an item I found on my travels when I defeated a bandit on the road. I am seeking a form of appraisal for the object and to possibly sell it on. Could you recommend me a well known merchant?"

He looks almost surprised at my reply before nodding and inspecting my clothes. After a brief glance he walks back to his post with a grunt.

After pausing for a second, realising I didn't get an answer about the merchant, I walk into the town staying aware of people walking nearby.

The town has large dirt roads with shoddy large brick buildings as if they were made by hand and piled on in a hurry. There are only a few wanderers as people head to where they need to be. The road leading deeper into the town with some richer looking buildings closer to the centre of the town.

After walking a short while around the outer parts of the town to familiarise myself with the conditions in this world, I find a building with groups of people coming in and out. They all seem to be wearing armour and carrying weapons with a special chain of differing colours.

Intrigued I consider heading to the building, but I decide I should probably solve the problem of money by selling the trinket in the box I have.

As I walk into a large market area, I realise that there are many things I haven't seen before on sale. Many different low grade clothes and household tools made from a dull looking and dented metal. A few stalls showing weapons and armour which look somewhat battered and worn stand out proudly showing off their goods.