The Piercing Fist
The Tatooine Markets
Aoman hadn't been there for 5 minutes, and he already hated the place. It was too hot, it was too dirty, and the stench was immense. Well, he was here now, so he had no choice but to press on and see what he could see. Small... people talking with each other at tables, in brown cowls that hid their faces. Giant beasts walking about the streets, mounted by traders, farmers and other civilians. He knew he wouldn't return to the temple for anyone, but for the first time in a while, he was beginning to consider it. The traders, berating ongoing travelers to buy this or take that, desperate for any sort of sale. Ugh.
Suddenly, a small, repulsive looking creature burst out of his market stall towards Aoman, speaking a funny language he didn't understand.
"I don't want whatever you're selling. Move." He said sternly, not wanting to make a scene, but inadvertently doing so.
"Come on... something. ANYTHING!" The creature closed the distance, getting into Aomans face, trying his best to sound pitiful enough to convince someone to buy his lackluster product.
"Get your ridiculous face out of mine!" Aoman shoved him, sending the 'man' tumbling to the floor. The drinkers and bystanders were becoming onlookers, clearly taking note of the scene taking place. Clearly not understanding the gravity of where he was, he spat on the ground, turned, and he said, as simple as he could:
"What are you wrinkled sand beetles looking at?"