Two Turians in the Market

"Of course it is him," Aramis insisted with an assured tone.

"The one there," Felix questioned, gesturing toward Szol of Ar as he sorted through peaches on a vendors cart. "The one with the shamelessly attired blonde woman? Are you certain?"

"I saw him at the En'Kara Fair three years ago? Perhaps four," Aramis confirmed.

"Why would he be in Turia?" Felix asked.

I was oblivious to the scrutiny, or seemed to be, as I moved on from peaches to cherries, a white variety which had just been imported from Ko-ro-ba. They were only in season about a month out of the year. The 'shamelessly attired blonde woman' with me seemed to agree that the only-available-once-per-year cherries was a prudent choice. Who knew when you would be able to get Koroban white cherries next?

"Why would he not be in Turia?" Aramis said.

"Where better in the Southern Hemisphere to visit?"

"There are rumors that he lived among," at this point Felix paused to affect an appropriate expression and tone of disgust, "the Tuchuk."

"Mere speculation, my friend," Aramis answered, and then hedged, "and what matters if it is true?"

"Just so unseemly, is all," Felix said.

"Adds a bit of color to his character, no?" Aramis posited.

"Not a very complimentary hue, if you ask me," Felix answered.

Aramis laughed a bit, clapping his fellow on the back good-naturedly.

"At any rate," Aramis said. "Szol of Ar is now a playwright. I first saw his work at the En'Kara Fair. That play and others are produced in several cities."

"And you are considering producing his work in our Theater?" Felix surmised.

"Might shake things up a bit," Aramis smiled. "Don't you think?"