anais nighteyed
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- Her smile broadened with relief, and most of her timid feelings were put at ease when she was welcomed to join them. “I’d be happy to help.” She gathered that the excursion was planned to be a casual outing, and she wouldn’t hesitate in taking the chance to escape duty and work for a time. Kemun watched quietly as the other woman outstretched a hand toward her, and a puzzled look flitted across her face. She paused and bit her lip, clearly unsure what to make of the gesture or how to respond accordingly to it.
Masking her uncertainties, she put them aside and reached out to take the seer’s hand in hers. Hoping her action was proper, she grasped her hand briefly before letting go. “Kemun. I’m a merchant,” she told them, intent on getting her introductions out of the way as quickly as possible. “Pleased to meet the both of you.” She was accustomed to the garments fashioned by her kin, so everything else seemed quite strange. She could admire the foreign clothes and fabric she saw throughout Albrind, but even the mere thought of wearing them discomforted her.
But Kemun, over the course of a few years spent traveling and carrying out her trade, had been steadily collecting knowledge from the various marketplaces she’d visited. There were things to be learned from posing as a simple customer and mingling with other peddlers. Her negotiation skills were improving, she could haggle shamelessly, and she found it easier to tell when someone was trying to swindle her. She had a fairly good idea of prices, and she could only hope she could be of some assistance.
“Oh, you could say that,” she said to the fellow, replying to his question. “I travel with the caravan, you see, and a few days ago we lost some of our folk to the desert sands. They’re supposed to turn up here, so naturally we’ve come to retrieve them. As our luck would have it, such a task is easier said than done. I’ve been looking for some trace of them in town, but I haven’t seen or heard anything of use. I doubt very much that the butcher’s promiscuous niece could help us.” Kemun heaved a sigh and shrugged. Her trade involved selling goods, not tracking them down. She didn’t think she could prove to be of much use in this situation. “I’m not well-suited for a hunter’s work, I’m afraid.”