Master Antonin nods with a brief gesture, his piercing gaze scanning Mero before responding.
"Very well, Mero. Let's proceed, but keep in mind what I've just told you. Let yourself be guided, and be discreet. We are not here to flaunt our means."
He turns towards the exit, and with a final glance at the sea and the bustling docks stretching out before them, he takes a step forward. The group starts moving towards the city, the sounds of sailors and merchants intensifying as they approach the port.
The city before them is a true crossroads of cultures, a blend of stone and wooden buildings interwoven with vibrant colors. Stalls filled with fruits, spices, fabrics, and all kinds of objects line the busy streets. The market seems to overflow with frenzied energy, with voices rising in a language that Mero doesn't quite understand yet.
The sounds of different dialects blend together, and people of all origins cross paths in this international crossroads.
"Stay alert," warns Master Antonin as he walks alongside Mero. "The rules here are peculiar, and alliances between different nations can change as quickly as the winds. Don't let the temptation to discover everything new overwhelm you. We have a specific goal."
He casts one last look at the market aisles before turning his head towards Mero.
"Be careful, Mero. Don't forget the rules of our Empire. Other nations, sometimes less scrupulous, might see your naivety as an opportunity. And I don't intend to explain a bad decision to the Empire."
The group moves through the crowd, and Mero feels the cultural difference, the unique atmosphere of this strange yet fascinating place.
They advance through the lively streets and head towards a covered market, a large building of wood and stone, where the stalls are arranged under a high roof. The dim lights create a special ambiance, while the smell of spices, fresh fruits, and fish mingles with the scent of the fine rain falling outside.
Inside, the air is warm and humid, and light filters through the narrow roof windows, casting moving shadows on the crowded aisles of products. Merchants of various origins bustle around, selling everything that could be imagined: colorful fabrics, handcrafted jewelry, exotic weapons, strange potions, and of course, foodstuffs from all corners of the world.
The cacophony of voices and exchanges in several different languages assaults Mero. He hears words in languages he doesn't understand, but also bursts of laughter and tense negotiations. The diversity is striking: men and women dressed in ways completely different from what he knows, their varied clothing ranging from long, embroidered robes to simpler outfits adorned with jewelry and amulets.
"Don't let yourself be distracted by all of this," says Master Antonin as they continue walking. "This market is an opportunity to discover, but also to remain discreet. The items we're looking for must not draw attention."
They pass by stalls with fresh meats, sea fish, and exotic fruits, the air filled with the scent of warmth and food. The dirt floor creaks beneath their steps. The voices of the merchants resonate, calling out to passersby to attract their attention. But Master Antonin keeps his gaze fixed ahead, and Mero follows the movement, somewhat dazzled by the variety of what he sees.
The group stops in front of a fabric stall. Rolls of silk, cotton, and wool are neatly folded and stacked, bursting with bright colors under the dimmed light.
"We'll get some appropriate clothes," says Master Antonin, turning to Mero. "This is not just a matter of fashion. Your clothes must respect both local customs and the expectations of the Empire. Special attention must be given to etiquette."
One of the merchants, an old man with a face marked by time, bows slightly as they approach, a warm smile on his lips.
"My lords, welcome to my humble shop. What can I offer you? Exotic fabrics, clothes worthy of high society?"
Master Antonin looks up at the displayed fabrics with a discerning air, while Mero observes the multitude of options available, somewhat uncertain about what would be acceptable in this world he is only just beginning to understand.
Master Antonin scrutinizes the stalls attentively, his hand brushing the fabrics to check their texture. He seems to choose carefully, evaluating each roll as if weighing its importance. After a moment of thought, he turns to the merchant.
"We need fabrics that reflect status without overdoing it. Subtlety is often more effective than ostentation in situations like this. We're looking for something understated but of quality. Colors that won't draw too much attention but will meet imperial standards."
He points to a few rolls of wool and cotton in shades of blue and gray, elegant but discreet colors. The merchant nods with a satisfied smile.
"An excellent choice, Master. These fabrics are popular with the Empire's officials. I highly recommend them."
Master Antonin nods in approval, then turns to Mero.
"What do you think, Mero? Does it seem suitable to you?"
Master Antonin's gaze is firm but not stern. He waits for Mero to express his opinion before proceeding with the purchase.
"Yes, Master, it seems suitable." His gaze is drawn to a shell bracelet, seemingly carved with foam.
Master Antonin follows Mero's gaze and notices the attention he is giving the shell bracelet. He turns to the merchant, now a bit more curious.
"This bracelet, I see you're paying close attention to it, Mero. It's not a typically imperial piece of jewelry, but it seems to possess a certain beauty... a local art, I suppose."
The merchant smiles, clearly delighted to draw attention to one of his most unique items.
"Ah, yes, Master. This bracelet is handmade by a local artisan. It represents the waves and reefs, the sea itself carved into foam. It's a precious piece, but it's mostly appreciated by sailors and those from distant lands, like yourselves."
The merchant seems to know exactly how to sell such an artifact, aware that a higher price could be asked due to its beauty and rarity.
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Master Antonin observes the bracelet, somewhat puzzled, then turns to Mero.
"I see what you find in it. A souvenir of this stop, perhaps? But know that such an object isn't exactly in line with imperial customs. Overly personal adornments can sometimes harm the image of a future imperial official."
He pauses, his gaze scanning the bracelet before continuing, a bit softer.
"If you truly wish to have it, it could be a small souvenir of your journey. But it's important to think about its usefulness in the context of your future in the Empire. An object like this could be seen as a sign of... let's say, a lack of rigor in etiquette."
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He lets Mero choose in turn, ready to listen to his opinion.
Mero says, could it be an exotic gift for a noblewoman of the Empire? For example, when I’m older and have to find a matrimonial alliance?
He imagines already, a few years from now, presenting this unique bracelet to a young noblewoman of the Empire. He envisions explaining the story behind the jewel, telling how he discovered it in a distant port, carved with a delicacy that seems to capture the very essence of the sea. He thinks about how the shells gleam under the light, evoking marine treasures and faraway adventures. This bracelet, he tells himself, could be a symbol of his journey, a testament to his experiences and maturity.
He already sees himself, standing in front of a young woman with wide-eyed admiration, offering this bracelet as a token of his affection and respect. He imagines the surprise and admiration in her gaze, the way she would delicately touch the shells, feeling their unique texture and history. It would be a gift that speaks of him, of his adventures and dreams, a tangible link between his past and future.
Mero loses himself for a moment in this daydream, imagining a future where he is a man of accomplishment, ready to take on responsibilities and forge alliances. This bracelet, he thinks, could be the beginning of a story, the first chapter of a life shared with someone special. He suddenly feels more determined, more aware of the importance of every choice, every decision. It is not just a piece of jewelry; it is a symbol of his future, his aspirations, and his dreams.
Master Antonin seems to think for a moment, observing the bracelet with a more critical eye. He slightly furrows his brow, then lets out a light sigh.
"It’s possible that this bracelet could indeed become an exotic gift, but it will depend on the person to whom you give it. For a noblewoman of the Empire, any object that doesn't align with Imperial standards or seems too simple could be seen as... misplaced, or even inappropriate. However, there are noble families who appreciate unique objects from foreign cultures. This bracelet could then be a symbolic gesture, a way to show your attachment to your roots, your heritage."
He pauses, weighing his words carefully.
"If you are considering a matrimonial alliance, this kind of gift could also serve to highlight your origins, but it will need to be in a very specific context. You’ll need to surround yourself with people who know the customs of the Imperial court well and, most importantly, know when and how to present it so it is not misinterpreted."
He turns toward Mero, a smile almost imperceptible on his lips.
"But perhaps it’s still too early to think about such matters, Mero. You are young, and much can change before you have to face these challenges."
The merchant, realizing the direction the conversation is taking, suddenly seems more cautious.
"You are right, master, let’s continue our way," says Mero.
Master Antonin nods slightly, approving Mero’s reasoning.
"Very well, Mero. It is wise not to rush into decisions that might have long-term consequences. Let’s focus on the present."
They continue their walk through the bustling market. The noise of negotiations and exchanges blends with the voices of merchants promoting their goods. The diversity of the merchandise is striking: colorful fabrics, exotic spices, handmade art objects. As Mero and his tutor move forward, they see groups of travelers, some dressed very differently, others clearly from distant lands.
Master Antonin observes the surroundings attentively, watching the interactions, and while continuing to walk, he murmurs:
"Here’s a good example of what awaits you in the Empire. A multitude of cultures that, although under Imperial authority, maintain their own characteristics. Here, at the border of the kingdoms, the peoples trade, but also share their traditions. One thing you’ll have to learn to respect, to understand, if you want to navigate the world of the Empire."
Their stroll continues, Mero’s eyes gradually opening to the different aspects of commerce and international diplomacy.
Mero notices that Leila, his nurse, seems very interested in a book. Jil signals to Master Antonin.
Master Antonin follows Mero’s gaze and notices Leila, his nurse, absorbed in a book displayed on a shelf. He gives a slight nod, immediately understanding that Mero wants to approach her.
"Very well, let’s see what’s catching Leila’s attention."
They gently approach Leila. As they get closer, Mero can clearly see the book she’s holding in her hands. It’s a leather-bound volume, with pages that seem old. The title, written in a foreign language, glows slightly under the sunlight. Leila doesn’t notice them approaching right away, captivated by the text.
When Mero stops beside her, she looks up, surprised but smiling.
"Ah, Mero, I... I couldn’t help but look at this book. It seems so old, and the illustrations... They remind me of some legends from my childhood."
Leila hands the book to Mero for him to take a closer look. The content appears to be a collection of mythological stories from distant cultures, with illustrations depicting mythical creatures and gods from the seas.
Master Antonin also approaches, observing the scene with interest.
"Fascinating work, indeed. These mythological tales are important in many cultures, even within the Empire. The ancient gods and heroes are a fundamental part of a people’s identity."
Leila seems hesitant to continue the conversation, although she wants to discuss the book with Mero. Is the book a distraction, or could it be related to the future challenges Mero will face in the Empire?
"Master Antonin, could you buy this book? Let’s say it’s for my personal studies on the history of peoples, and my nurse will have the right to read it when I’m not studying it," says Mero.
Master Antonin fixes the book for a moment, assessing the request. He examines the displayed price and the importance Mero seems to place on this book. Then, after a slight sigh, he turns to Mero, with a calm and measured expression.
"I understand your interest in this book, Mero. The study of peoples and their legends can be a valuable asset, especially in a world as vast and complex as the one you are about to discover."
He looks at Leila, still smiling, holding the book with a discreet respect.
"I’ll buy it, but keep in mind that such a work must be treated with seriousness. It would be a shame to buy it for it to end up at the bottom of a travel bag."
He turns back to the vendor, indicating the book with a gesture of his hand, and begins negotiating the price.
"But don’t forget, Mero, this book shouldn’t replace your true studies. We have a precise program, and it’s important to follow the teachings that prepare you for the future in the Empire. This book can be an interesting supplement, but it shouldn’t distract you."
After some exchanges, the vendor accepts the transaction. Master Antonin, after paying, hands the book to Mero.
"Here’s your book, Mero. You can study it at your own pace. And Leila, as agreed, you can also enjoy it when it’s not in Mero’s hands."
Master Antonin gives a slight smile upon seeing the enthusiasm in Mero and Leila’s eyes.
"Now, we still have business to settle before we return to the ship."
"Thank you, master," says Mero.
Master Antonin nods, a slight smile on his lips, appreciating Mero’s politeness.
"You are well-mannered, Mero. Remember, every gesture and every word matters, whether in the Empire or elsewhere."
He takes a moment to look around, ensuring everything is in order before resuming their journey.
"Let’s go, it’s time to return to the ship and prepare for our departure. We still have much to learn and do."
They begin to head toward the dock, the noise of merchants and passersby echoing around them. Leila, with the book under her arm, seems calmer, and Mero, holding his new purchase, feels a slight sense of pride and curiosity about the contents of the book.
Once in his room, he places the book on his nurse’s bed. He lets her enjoy reading it, knowing he’s not allowed to express his feelings for her, but that he can always give her small discreet gifts. Then he joins the crew on deck for the training session, but to his surprise, the sailors are celebrating having made it this far without any damage or loss.