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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 9:57 pm
Sometimes Devith really did have to admire how easily His could steer a conversation. One minute the bronze two-legger looked about ready to tear into something and now here he was laughing and prancing about. Not that he could prance and preen half as well as Devith himself, but he could admire how quickly Hekate had turned the situation around. There was after all a reason Devith had chosen her. Not only was she as perfect as himself she was also clever.
Eyes whirling with amusement Devith watched as Hekate linked arms with Z'fer shaking her head and laughing. "Oh yes Wingleader you're quite the dastardly rogue. I'm sure looking like that you could steal the stall table right from under one of the booth tenders and them not even notice." Hekate joked her tone light and cheerful if not laden with a healthy dose of sarcasm as she grabbed her cup and downed the last of her juice leaving it for the stall tender to collect.
"Buy me something?" She laughed shaking her head at the older rider's antics. "My dear wingleader are you trying to make some poor girl jealous?" Hekate asked with a grin wondering what the man's ploy was.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 10:31 pm
"Me? Make someone jealous? Only the boyfriends. Now go forth! anything you want. I'll get it." He may not have won the 3 marks in the contest but that didn't mean he couldn't prove the depths of his pockets anyways. Screw saving his money. He wanted to spoil her. His boots would last him a while longer and he could get a replacement pair of gloves from someone in the weyr he was sure. With riders still injured he could probably just borrow anything he needed until the owner was fit again.
With her on his arm he steered them back into the thick of the stalls, judging from the scant glance he'd gotten earlier their wares had already shuffled as things were bought. He saw more than one person carrying packages of various sizes. He noted the fur was gone but that might have just brought up those memories of hers again and he wasn't sure if it'd be welcome or a bad idea.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 12:12 am
"Hmph boyfriends indeed." Hekate chuckled shaking her head at the bronzerider's antics as the two tromped through the market Devith keeping a close to his rider's side. He'd considered staying behind to lounge alongside Calanoth, but with the past fights the silver still didn't quite like leaving Hekate alone in case of a potential attack. The fact she was hanging onto a wingleader's arm didn't even factor in to Devith's idea of defending his rider. Whether this was simply sheer ego on his own part feeling only he was fit to defend Hekate or the dragon really didn't think that much of the foolish bronze two-legger one might never know.
Still chuckling over Z'fer's sudden change of heart the two browsed the stalls in companionable silence occasionally exchanging a playful jab here or there as they walked. That is until they passed the smith stall and one of the hairclips, the bright eyed feline one caught Hekate's eyes her breath catching in her throat at the beauty.
Blinking rapidly she looked away feeling her cheeks heat up at the very idea of Z'fer trying to buy something as nice as that for her. She was sure the wingleader meant nothing more then to get her some trinket to cheer her up and as her eyes dropped down to his rather ragged boots she frowned. "We really should visit the traders. They've got some riding boots in I bet would fit you. Yours are looking a bit worse for wear." Hekate spoke up hoping to distract Z'fer, not that the man didn't need riding boots. His were worn almost to shambles.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:28 am
Riarna - Trine Weyr Weaver Booth
Riarna bowed very slightly, inclining her head as she did so when Kindra complimented her (or, more likely, initiated a test of Riarna's eye). Gold would compliment the purple well. Perhaps a deep yellow-gold thread for the embroidery, rather than another of the usual colors. She would see what Trine had to offer.
Riarna lifted the shirt. "Of course, junior weyrwoman." Riarna retrieved the unbleached linen used for wrapping parcels and with efficient movements cut a proper length and wrapped the shirt. "Would you like a ribbon tied to it as well?"
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O'thor
Half a mark wasn't a bad price (not good, but not bad), and 1/8 seemed fair for the tag. O'thor considered the purchase for another moment, and then nodded.
"I'll take this Blue one. Can you make it out to 'Orlina' and put 'Happy Birthday' underneath?" O'thor spelled out Orlina's name as well, for good measure. As he turned the flit over to her for her to attach the tag, he gave the box of flits another look, confirming his choice of color. She already had her Gold, and if she ever got another egg (and O'thor got the impression she would if she got the chance) she would likely end up with a Green. So the male colors would be best and the Blue was charmingly bright. She would like it. She liked bright colors.
Marks Remaining: 2 5/8
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Rhiannon Chandra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:38 am
N'mol
N'mol had spent a good deal of time at the booth he'd mentioned to Kindra, but in the end he returned to the Smithcraft booth that had had the jewelry Kindra had been so interested in. Not knowing whether purchasing that necklace would be good or bad, N'mol looked over the other pieces offered with a more critical eye than he had before. He was no expert on jewelry.
Two pieces in particular caught his eye, and N'mol tried to weigh what Kindra might like best. The flit necklace was pretty and unique. The feline pin, however, was pretty in its own way, and both were clearly not pieces that would be easily replicated again.
N'mol debated, but in the end the image of Kindra with one side of her hair pulled back by the pin decided him.
"How much is the feline pin?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:04 am
"And my thanks to you, sir." Kleos gave a half bow to the trader and swung her purchase over her shoulder as she turned back to Cai. "I think not," she shook her head, "on reflection a pair of sandals might be more practical; if I can't find any today I shall just have to ask around for somebody who can make some later." The flitt toys were sweet and she briefly entertained the idea of getting one as a gift from somebody, but whom she would give one to she was unsure. In any case, she really ought to think of more practical things now. "Where shall we go now?" she asked of her companion, making a sweeping gesture at the stalls. "The weavers perhaps?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 8:30 am
[Siata] "I know I look fine. It's whether or not I'm bleeding that I worry about," She chortled at her own bad joke, nodding though she was. Siata rubbed the back of her neck slowly, eyes narrowed as she peered around the area for somewhere appropriate to settle. In the distance, a bit of shade resided (Oh shards her inner dialog started to turn into Kleos), the large women making her way in that direction. "Keep an eye to make sure I don't pass out on the way there but I can walk it myself. Likely. I mean, I've been hit with pants in the face before, this shouldn't be anything too bad." ---- [Rochelle] "That explains the nose," Rochelle hissed to Carltis, her eyes on the slightly wobbly woman. Siata walked in a straight line, shoulders back, but it lacked a saunter. The glass smith frowned, arms crossed under her chest to watch the wher handler. "We can check on her every so often to make sure she's not dead. Someone would notice, right?" A small elbow dug itself into Carltis' arm. "I mean, someone would have to notice. But she's made it there. Thank goodness. Where to now?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 8:46 am
[Carltis]
Giving a snort of amusement Carltis shook his head and set off beside the pair of women. "No comment!" he muttered to Rochelle. With the smith safely watched to a resting place he turned to look in the direction of the traders' stalls. Was he going to say he just wanted to find booze and manly stuff?... No, no he wasn't.
Carltis turned his dark gaze back onto Rochelle and shrugged slightly. "Well, I want to go back to the Harpers' stall and have a better look. I could probably afford a decent harp now... if they have one. It's worth looking anyway. Where do you want to go to?"
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Revel1984 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 9:23 am
Kindra thought "no.. no i don't think i'll need ribbon" she smiled to herself, thinking N'mol wasn't the ribbon sort of guy .. but.."actually... yes, i think Valkyrie would like the ribbon to play with" she said with a chuckle, wondering exactly what the green flit would think of the ribbon. She handed over the marks willingly, pleased with herself. She knew N'mol would likely be curious about her packaged item but she wouldn't tell him it was for him, not til later anyway.
She noticed N'mol had moved over to another stall but didn't pay attention to which one, she'd make her way over later, she had seen a child running around with what appeared to be a stuffed flit toy and she was curious. She made her way over there, she knew N'mol would find her, true it was a crowd but N'mol knew her well and anyway, he could always get Tyeth to ask Suunath where she was if he lost her. She intended to make him keep that promise of dancing.
She browsed over the items on the Trader's stall, first picking up the comb, gently, and examining it. More a decorative piece she thought, the old Kindra wouldn't have hesitated but... she put the comb down and admired the caprine hide boots, they certainly looked comfortable but.. perhaps she should get something more practical since the color didn't really go with the dress she had bought. The rider's boots on the other hand, now those were worth another look. She looked over at the Trader's behind the stall, lifting a hand to gain their attention. "These are some fine boots, what's your best price?" she asked to whoever paid attention first.
*rolling for a pair of rider's boots*
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 11:43 am
Hekate tried and failed to keep her eyes from the clip. It was so lifelike she could practically picture the feline stalking off the table and into her jungle home. Reaching out a hand to trace the silhouette though she froze as a shadow fell over her as another deeper male voice that was clearly not Z'fer inquired over the piece that had stole the young weyrling's gaze. Baron and Prince her two flits turned in their spot casting a baleful look at the new approacher that had distracted them from the shiny things as they filled their owner's mind with a face she didn't quite recognize.
Half turning though what Hekate did recognize was Benden Wingleader knots and suddenly wished she was anywhere, but there.
Benden, it always seemed to be Benden at the root of all her problems. Everything from the attacks, to hide discrimination, to this! The man had probably never seen a live feline in his life! Anger though was never an easy draught to swallow, but swallow it Hekate did as she glanced down at Devith.
Maybe when they were bigger, stronger she'd have taken the fight. Right now though whether she liked it or not the man was a wingleader and she was just a weyrling and outside of a ring she didn't have a sharding chance of winning against rank. So Hekate dropped her gaze bitterly to her own boots and turned away. "I'll go check the price of rider boots for you~" She mumbled under her breath moving to head back to the Trader stall when Devith's claws stopped her latching into her pants leg his eyes whirling with a mixture of love and anger. With one glance all that needed to pass between the two did. She should never have to take less then she deserved because of him, the very idea that these rules demanded it of His left Devith furious. Sure Hekate bent the rules. . .maybe out right leaped over them like a galloping runner with no real consideration for them on occasions, but for the most part obeyed the spirit of them if only for the continued good of them both. While Hekate might have had some consideration for the rules and hierarchy Devith had about as much respect and concept of them as he did of soapsand.
Devith~ Before the thought of warning could even leave Hekate's mind the young dragon turned.
Mine was looking at that. The silver rumbled at N'mol staring up at the wingleader with a gaze fierce enough to light hide aflame.
Mine wants the hair clip. Devith spoke to Z'fer refusing to budge from his spot despite Hekate trying to tug the young dragon back towards the trader's stall.
Devith! I'll be fine without it really! Let's go look at boots. Hekate tried to mentally coax her dragon, but she couldn't fool him. Not for a second.
She wants the clip. Don't let him take it. Devith stated again more firmly half turning to glance at Z'fer hoping perhaps the bronze two-legger could stop his from having yet another thing bought right out from under her gaze.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 1:18 pm
The strange voice in his mind startled N'mol and he jerked his head around to look at the other people at the Smithcraft booth with him. The Silver glaring up at him certainly caught his attention and N'mol looked him over briefly before lifting his gaze to the wiry girl he recognized as both the Silver's rider and the wrestling contestant from earlier. Behind her stood Z'fer, whom N'mol gave a cursory nod to, out of respect for a fellow Wingleader.
"Z'fer," N'mol greeted briefly before returning his gaze to Z'fer's lady friend.
Another dragon addressing His was unheard of and Tyeth quickly took note of it, especially when it was a scrap of an atypical daring to speak in such a tone to a Wingleader or a Bronzerider in general. Before N'mol had a chance to speak, Tyeth cut in, addressing the small Silver directly, though Tyeth was far from his rider or the Weyrling.
You will watch your tone, little one, Tyeth's voice boomed at the Silver, eyes staring off toward the Gather and whirling with hints of red. The presence of an adult Bronze pressed slightly on the Silver. Your rider did not inquire into the pin, for all that you claim she wanted it. Mine is not a mind-reader. If your rider does not inquire, then she has no claim on it and Mine has no way of knowing. Before you speak, learn to think. Your manners are lacking.
N'mol returned his eyes to and kept them on Hekate; he dealt with riders, not their dragons. That was supposed to be their rider's task, and it did not say positive things about her that she couldn't keep her dragon in hand. N'mol pushed that worry aside. "I apologize. I didn't realize you were looking at the same piece, as I didn't hear you ask about the price."
N'mol bowed very slightly to the atypical rider, the picture of a respectful Bronzerider. He could tell from the way she held herself that she was caught somewhere between hesitancy and irritation (at him or at her dragon's behavior N'mol wasn't sure). He could also tell that she likely had been looking at the pin; she didn't seem entirely pleased with N'mol at all, though he had done nothing wrong. He was fairly certain she hadn't said anything to the booth owner, but it was always best to be polite in situations that were made more tense by dragon emotion. "Were you interested in the pin?"
Try not to let the Silver make a scene, N'mol suggested to Tyeth. But don't start one either. The last thing this Gather needs is riders quarreling. We have to maintain peace here. And for the love of Faranth, don't make this--
Color will not enter in to it, N'mol. Do near fear. Tyeth rumbled after the private bit of conversation, wings mantling slightly. But infants should be kept at home if their rider cannot keep them from making both the dragon and his rider look like fools.
Tyeth returned his voice to Devith, keeping in mind N'mol's intent with his warning: positive interaction and cross-weyr collaboration. The press of Bronze left Devith, though Tyeth's voice still held a hint of commanding boom. Your rider can handle herself, or you would not have chosen her. If she wants something so badly, she should be able to speak for it herself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 2:44 pm
((This is going to be long and maybe a little confusing. XD Playing a few too many characters at this point. I apologize now.))
Z'fer
((Before Devith jumps in, will continue this later in post))
There were moments when she was a closed book, and moments where she was transparent as glass. He'd been half looking at the stalls, half watching her to see where her own eyes strayed. The moment they neared the Smith's stall it was obvious something had arrested her attention. Looks like while the metal smiths had focused on common needed items, they'd brought a jeweler along and his works dominated the table. He smirked, the girl did like pretty things. With deliberate pressure he steered them right up to the stall alongside someone else who was browsing the same wares. "Nope. Not until I buy you something." He smiled down at her.
Traders
The woman nodded, accepting the blue plush from O'thor and the note with her inscription. "That'll be easy enough. It'll just take me a few minutes if you want to browse around some more." Already she had pulled out a small box with her supplies, pulling a ribbon, a blank tag and a threaded needle from inside.
The man gave a salute to Kleos as she parted, pleased as punch over the sale. He began reshuffling the display, arranging some new items to take the empty place where the fur had been displayed.
Cai
Sandals would feel a lot better. Hers weren't heavy duty riding boots but even they were entirely too warm for Trine's weather. "Good idea. I'm sure SOMEONE in this weyr is able to make a decent pair of shoes." With how many sharding people there were she'd would be shocked speechless if there wasn't. "That'd be best. I want to get a new outfit before anything else." Really she wanted a new journal but from a quick glance as they walked by the harpers seemed to have nothing like what she was looking for. She could probably find someone to pester later on about that as well if she was frugal with her marks.
Dizzian
After fleeing the weavers stall she'd just casually browsed, not purchasing anything but looking at everything. She'd no idea where Hekate had disappeared to. She'd said she was just going to check the fight. Dizzian snorted. Probably distracted by her pretty boy wingleader again. Dizzian didn't like it one bit. That man was trouble and not just because he was taking her friend from her. Word on the street wasn't all positive about him and while it was rarely pretty about anyone, she was more inclined to believe it about Z'fer because she disliked the man already.
Speak of the devil...she saw the massive silver form of Devith's back and perked up, maybe they'd just been looking for her and she'd missed them! Courath unlike her brother didn't stand out above the crowd. Carefully the pair nudged their way through the crowd towards the silver dragon.
Just as she got close enough to actually spot the riders she paused. Yes it was Hekate... but she was on that bronzerider's arm... just the same way Dizzian had seen Narisa hang onto him. There was a quiet rushing of blood in Dizzian's ears as a rare rage rose within her. Even Courath had to admit it looked bad though she still subtly held her rider back, insisting that they stick to their plan of talking with him privately first.
As they watched things suddenly got tense among the three and Dizzian knew Courath was right. Trouble was brewing enough without her blowing up in his face at the same time. Slowly they continued their approach till the two were close enough to hear what was happening.
Z'fer continued
He watched her read towards the jewelery. He could guess from her earlier rant that it was the feline that had arrested her attention. Before he could say anything the young man beside them inquired of it's price. He glanced up from the table to see a familiar face. Benden's young wingleader. He could feel a low rumble of dissent from Calanoth in his mind. The bronze was still bent out of shape that Benden's youngest were larger than him, Malvren's prize (or so he saw himself) Z'fer privately had to agree, the rider was barely out of his weyrling days and already a Wingleader? There was a touch of jealousy. Z'fer wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't even flown his first green yet.
Smithhall Vendors
The well built smith spared a cursory glance towards the couple and their silver following them before turning to answer N'mol's question. "The hair bit is Four Marks." He crossed his arms and leaned back. He wasn't the maker and he wasn't about to under price someone's handiwork. The kid was a wingleader anyways, the smith would bet his tongs on that kid having marks to spare.
Z'fer continued...again
Z'fer gripped Hekate's arm, refusing to let her go as she turned away. "No. You stay right here." He ordered quietly. Just because he'd asked the price wasn't a guarantee he'd buy. Z'fer wouldn't put it past a Benden rider to be stingy.
He'd barely had the chance to hear the price when Devith's voice growled through his mind. He reeled for a moment, clutching his head and turning to shoot a furious glare at the silver. "By the first sharding egg Devith I can't think when you do that!" As if he hadn't noticed Hekate wanted it! It was hard to like the rider but almost hate the dragon but if any were to accomplish that it would be Hekate and Devith.
Things escalated quickly after that as Z'fer realized Devith had spoken to N'mol as well. Really? Did that dragon have ANY brain cells?! ~ Calanoth! ~
The mental call was unnecessary as Calanoth had already risen to his feet, eyes whirling shades of red and orange. ~ Enough! ~ He bugled. ~ Devith! It is not your place to talk to Mine or Tyeth's like that! I have tolerated you conversing with Mine because mine likes yours and you haven't disrespected us... yet. There are lines that will not be crossed though!~ Devith wasn't the only one to feel the brunt of the older bronze's anger though. Calanoth's head twisted around and his wings mantled as he found Tyeth. ~ I will remind you we are both guests of this weyr. Let us not give them any more reason to look down on our homes and riders. He is young and inexperienced and his clutch hasn't had the guidance it needs. He has yet to learn proper respect. ~
Z'fer left the dragons to Cal as his brain rushed to calm things between the riders around him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. That dragon gave him a headache. "I'll apologize for Devith N'mol." He said with a dark grace. "You're right she didn't ask but I believe the lady is interested. Were you going to purchase it?" He slid his arm to the small of Hekate's back, still keeping a grip on her that spoke of bad things should she try screw this up. As much as he wasn't fond of Benden's rider, he didn't hate him and the young man was taking it better than Z'fer probably would have at that age. That did speak for something. This could still end without a problem.
Smithhall Vendors
The smith eyes the confrontation with distaste. One minute he'd been going about his business the next there was tension and an angry dragon in his face. The man lifted the hammer he kept under the table and rested it before him, leaning towards the two men. "I don't know what's going on and I don't care who buys the sharding thing but I won't have a group of pretty riders making a scene in front of my stall. Keep it calm or move along." He spoke calmly and rose back up once his piece was said. They were still welcome so long as their words were polite. "The price is Four Marks." He repeated to be sure they understood.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:25 pm
Tyeth obviously hadn't dealt with a silver before if he expected Devith to simply cow down at the mere pressure of a bronze weighing on his mind. If anything the young silver seemed to bristle more and was about to make a comment about how it had been manners themselves that had stopped his from speaking were it not for Calanoth cutting in. Devith didn't think much of bronzes in general, but he respected Calanoth and at the older bronzes scolding Devith's anger lost some of it's clout.
Devith get behind me now. And Hekate's razorsharp command took the last of the wind out of the silver weyrling as Hekate side stepped slightly to protectively cover her dragons larger form if only partially from sight. While the smile the woman wore was warm and apologetic she held her back straight and her pose was defensive and unmoving.
My apologies Calanoth~ Devith rumbled the silver's usually bold and arrogant tone actually taking on a touch of remorse and respect for the older bronze. While Devith might been made to regret his exact choice of plans that didn't stop the silver from seething at how Tyeth had tried to intimidate him. Intimidation never got you anywhere with Devith something Hekate knew well as she kept half her mind battling wills with Devith and the other half plotting how to turn this whole situation around.
"My apologies Wingleader. Sometimes my lifebond doesn't always realize that the direct route is not always the best." Hekate spoke up her lips sliding into a slow shy, but brilliantly apologetic smile at N'mol.
Half turning though still making sure her form was squarely between Devith and everyone else she gave a low bow to the stall holders. "I am truly sorry for the ruckus. Devith is still a young dragon and get's worked up easily. I had intended to ask the pricing of the piece." Hekate explained her cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment.
"But the Wingleader inquired first." She added giving N'mol a nod before turning her attention back to the smiths. "I had thought to save you some trouble by deferring to rank, but Devith misinterpreted my actions and thought I was being bullied." She calmly explained resting a hand lightly on her silver's neck where he had begun peeking around her side stroking the hide there to ease her irate lifemate.
"He's been on edge ever since one of our clutchmates turned traitor and attacked me." Hekate added her apologetic smile dipping into an almost heart wrenching frown at the memory as Devith leaned into her side his form a constant comforting presence.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:37 pm
[Kleos] "Agreed," Kleos nodded, "I am quite desperately short of clothing myself." As they headed over to the weavers' stall it became apparent that plenty of others had already visited; she couldn't see any shirts at all! There were a couple of pairs of trousers but that was it in the way of ready made garments. Turning to Cai Kleos made a small gesture at the stall and smiled slightly; "Ladies first." There was little enough to pick from as it was, so if there was something the young healer wanted she would not be the one to deny her. ----------- Marks: 6/10 Purchases: Feline skin
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moonlit-raven rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:05 pm
Trine Weavers Booth
F'nell had been just wandering around the gather, seeing what there was to see. He had thought about entering the wrestling competion, but had decided against it. He wasn't that good of a wrestler, and rumor had it that there would be a fishing competion later. Now that, that was a sport he could get into.
It wasn't starting yet, if at all, and so he had decided to check out the trader stands. He could use a few personal effects, though he had managed to get out of Malvren with a few things.
There were all sorts of things, and while his eyes were drawn to the lovely chest, he knew that that wasn't a purchase for now. He barely had accommodation, much less a place to keep a piece like that.
At the weaver stall though, there was a quilt, and if that was in his price range, that would be great. "How much is the quilt?"
((Haggling for the Quilt))
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