S6PP: More Maize...

That is REALLY corny, you guys...

(har har....)

Many people know of the great city of Myr.  They know of it's craftsman, it's glass, it's lace, it's finery but many don't know that there is a dark underbelly of Myr that is hidden from the fine tradesman of stature.  A part of Myr reserved for the free-er folk of the free city - this part of Myr is not a place for the faint of heart, nor a place that one with any sort of reputation would ever dare to go... 

You see, there are those reputable tradesman and craftsman who exchange business and they deal without the slightest knowledge that among them, hunters lurk.  Eyes, ever watchful for some poor naive soul who would be swept away to a dark alley and not heard from for several anxiety-laden hours.

These poor people are suddenly tangled up in what the local story tellers refer to as "MYR LAND."  They're lured unsuspectingly down to the bowels of the city by the smell of  Myrish fire maize and the promise of amazing things - here, vendors have amassed an unimpressive collection of trinkets and fodder meant for stopping doors or for young children to destroy.  There's a two headed snake, (which is obviously a severed snake head sewed on to the body of another snake..) theres a lady-fish, (which is obviously a man in terrible make-up wearing the bottom half of a tuna...) Three is even a vendor you can buy goat rides from... Yet the visitors of this dark and secret place are swindled by pushy sales tactics and outlandish promises - They emerge from this dark and horrendous place with not a penny to their names, pockets full of things they will likely never find a good use for, and a bruised ego.  The only thing to show for their foolery is a bag of  Dragon Cured Fire Maize of Myr... at least their taste buds will be happy as they sulk back to their companies...

I have... ahem... no idea... where I heard this from.  Must have... ummm.. been at a brothel.. or something...  Yeah... 

Shuddup and eat your fire maize.