#this was tricky to do and keep in tune with the theme I've been running all month

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#FFXIVWrite2018 Prompt #8: Crag

“Is this truly a barrier to progress, or do you need work HARDER?”

Tiama asked herself the question as she gazed upon the recent set back - the market stall she had signed to work in Limsa Lominsa’s Hawker’s Alley had been rented out beneath her, “A clerical error, really, none to blame, this simply HAPPENS from time to time,” the master of the markets had said, leaving Tiama with crates of clothing and no tables to display across, no stall to set up on, no protections of the market’s walls and roof from the inclement weather roiling in on the distance.

The Au Ra scanned the distance, mumbling and whispering to herself about wind speed, the roll of the tides, the way the smell of rain carried from even this far away. The Au Ra turned to the markets, saw the crowds packing into the enclosed halls, saw the groups milling outside thinning - either leaving the markets ahead of the weather, or joining all others inside of the markets.

Were that this were Ul’dah, and she could simply bribe her way in, but these were Lominsan merchants, and she’d known enough to know that one could not expect any amount of coin to turn a master of the markets against a countryman.

“Very well, then,” Tiama gathered the crates and shoved the dolly beneath them, carefully tipping the boxes back so as to move them all effectively, “Tomorrow, we will definitely be here earlier than anyone, and NO ONE can deny me my spaces then!”