Of the play? Sure!
The light fades from pure black to brightness in a swirl of music and tavern-esque sounds
Many stands are present in the large Arabian market. Sellers yell prices while buyers squawk about how high they are. The din is deafening.
One short Arabian beggar girl stand out from the crowd. She strolls by herself with a high air about her. As if she were a princess instead of poor.
We watch as she casually strolls up to a stand selling bread and leans her elbow on it’s counter, looking off into the distance as if she wasn’t about to strike up a conversation at all.
She turns towards the man selling bread, just as he waves off a customer. Her face spreads into a broad smile.
He has a wide girth about him, and a cloth headpiece. His beard was dark in color, and he had a broad smile. Fatherly would be the best word to describe him.
Alaidia: Hello Gadiel! What grand pleasantries do you have to sell today?
Gadiel: Alaidia, my girl! Today I have pastries galore! I still have a few loaves from the day before... Would you accept one this time?
Alaidia makes an ‘are you kidding me?’ expression, and she waves the thought away.
Alaidia: Tsk, tsk. No, Gadiel. You know I only steal from the price gluttons. They still need to learn when enough is enough! Thirty shekels for a pound of fruit? Are they out of their minds?
Gadiel chuckles, shaking his head.
Gadiel: Why can’t you act like a civilized young woman and accept my gifts? You could lose your hands if you get caught!
Alaidia howls with laughter, slapping her thigh.
Alaidia: I’ll never get caught, you know that. Those filthy slime-bags of soldiers would never get their hands on this. (gestures to herself)
Gadiel: (raises an eyebrow) You can never be too sure, Alaidia, my dear.
This is all I got for now, actually.