Aight here you go; FYI it totally sucks I need to rewrite it the exposition is way too present and oppressive.
Ash rounded the corner and didn’t like what he saw, Marrion wasn’t a good place to be for civilians or soldiers, those who couldn’t afford luxuries. But Marrion was no where near the worst place to be in the empire, those willing to work normally rose in status quickly. Marrion’s businesses were structured differently than any other city in the region. By law, businesses owners had to pay their employees on how hard they worked. Those who wanted to provide for their families worked hard to get payed more. So what Ash saw really surprised and disappointed him.
A man staggered along the side of the road trying his damnedest to move forward, but he couldn’t stop himself from wavering. It was about eleven in the morning and this man was blisteringly drunk.
His tattered, mud-stained overcoat hung loosely from his shoulders, his hair was strewn around his face in no particular fashion— he was extremely bedraggled. It was hard to tell from his state how long he had been outside for, but the many colors and layers of dirt suggested that it’s been many nights.
As he got closer, Ash noticed something in his face that hinted of anger. He put on his most placating expression, hoping to defuse the man before he got a chance to do anything bad. That was until he heard the drunk muttering to himself under his breath. Immediately Ash was apprehensive, it wasn’t uncommon for a magician to channel magic through words; it wasn’t necessary, but it helped the caster focus. Magic in Itherious flowed like water in the sense that if you knew what you were doing, you could accomplish anything. So even this seemingly drunk man could pose a threat to Ash. But as he approached, Ash heard what he was saying and it was nothing more than a drunk man’s drivel; nothing worth listening to.
Ash pulled a small glass vial out of his jacket lining, an elixir infused with a small amount of magic, it would cure the man of his splitting head after he passed out and woke again. Ash was saving it for his friend who always drank in the evening but this man was going to need it more. Ash slipped it into the man’s outside pocket along with a handful of gold, that he hopefully didn’t use to feed his addiction. Ash turned to walk away but was hit with the stench of the man that had walked by him. He had smelled nothing when he was near him, but following behind him the world was permeated with the smell of alcohol and vomit.
Ash muttered a small incantation to himself and the smell faded away. The smell of the city wasn’t much better than the drunk, but it was a small improvement. Hopefully the spell would prove lengthy enough for Ash to leave the area. Sadly his attempts were fruitless, after just a few moments the poorly worded spell broke apart and the smell came back. It was onerous to say the least, but another poorly worded spell like that would put more strain on Ash than he wanted to be under.
Itherious was a rather disconsolate place, many people throughout the cities were extremely depressed, while it’s laws were fair, the pressure to succeed was more than some people could handle . But Itherious was home to some of the most beautiful scenery in the world, their vast forests and cataracts had attracted the wealthy for quite some time.
Guiding was a large business to be in if you were respected. People had been training their families to do it for generations, paying for speaking lessons so their sons and daughters voices were pleasant to listen to and wouldn’t quaver. While the respected guides made most of the money, some of the more poor families that couldn’t afford a respected guide had to take their chances with a less known guide, sometimes seamy guide who would hypnotize their clients into giving their lives away.
Slave trade in Itherious was extremely illegal, an act that was punishable by death or a lifetime in state prison. Either option was a death sentence, you could choose to die early, or starve for your remaining years before your body decided gave out. Even so, people still risked it. It was money that was too good to pass up. Slavers normally moved along the same path, plotting the same trajectory over and over. Their ships rode the same currents at the same time, every time. Many hoped that their knowledge of the sea and the fact that they had yet to be caught would protect them. Those tactics hardly ever worked, they may stave off the guard, but it was only a small delay before they were caught.
Ash threw his wandering thoughts away, he had something that he needed to do.