Xariy didn't exactly enjoy going into towns to deal with merchants. Not only did it make her uncomfortable because of how many guards were usually around, but also because it reminded her of her parents far too much. The bustling of the travelers and shopkeepers with their carts and wares were always a sight to behold. There was practically every race trying to sell some item or produce from their native land. While it was all probably very exciting to everyone else around, she just got more stressed out about it. She was there to get one item and one item alone. She was just having an incredibly hard time finding it. It probably didn't help that it was specifically Oban made, but that was beside the point. With the war over there was no reason for there not to be at least a few Oban merchant around to get her what she needed. While the people of Tendaji weren't exactly on good terms with her people, the stares she was getting as she wandered around were enough to point that out, they were at least tolerating them bringing their goods elsewhere. It made things a whole lot easier for people like her parents. They had had such a hard time trying to get around after the war. Now she could only hope they were having a much easier time. While she always thought the life of a merchant was an incredibly boring one, it had been something her parents had enjoyed and it had really pleased them when they made a sale, no matter how small it may be. She supposed it was the same thing as when she stole something exciting. She always got a rush from it, no matter how small it may be. Even stealing Kauff's pants had been an exciting thing for her, and that was just a silly piece of clothing. She guessed there was something thrilling about doing the thing one loved to do. Her parents had always said their favorite part of all was getting to barter with customers. Sometimes they would win at their bartering and were able to upcharge the customer anywhere from a small amount to quite a bit more, while other times they were haggled down to about the price they would have settled for at the beginning. It was a battle of wits and money, and one they knew well. She just wished she had paid a bit more attention to what they were doing when she was younger. Maybe that would have helped her out more during times like this.
Luckily she had at least spotted the cart she needed to visit. That was the first step in all of this. It was a bit smaller than a lot of the other traveling merchant's carts. She was surpised it had made its way all the way to Sauti with how quaint it looked. Then again, with how small it was it wasn't as big of a target as some of the other more extravagant carts probably were. It was exactly what she needed though. She made her way over to the cart, being a bit more careful in her footsteps than probably necessary. It wasn't like she would know the Oban in the cart. There were tons of merchants that traveled around. They weren't going to be her parents. She just needed to go up there and get what she needed and then walk away. That was her plan and now she couldn't back out of it.
"Can I help ye with something, girl, or are ye just going to stand and stare at me goods all day?" Xariy was surprised by how straight forward the woman was, though it really shouldn't have. She was just as straight forward most of the time. Now she just had to put her hopefully inherited bartering skills to use.
"I need some throwing knives. I've heard you have some of the best," Xariy stated, hoping to flatter the old woman just a small bit. The woman simply rolled her eyes, shaking her head at her.
"Ye need to be better than that, dearie. What your parents not teach you better?"
"I-uh," she tried to get out, but the woman interrupted her.
"Fifty gold for a set."
"What that is absolutely outrageous?!""Sixty gold." Xariy grumbled as the woman upped her price, knowing she was doing it to mess with her.
"How about twenty five gold." The woman chuckled, shaking her head once more. Oh she was getting on her nerves. She just wanted Oban made knives was that too much to ask?? She trusted them more than any other and she was making it insanely difficult to purchase them.
"Thirty five gold."
"Twenty seven.""Thirty gold, and ye tell your parents that they really need to teach you better skills than this. Really dear, this is just too sad." At that Xariy paused, shocked that the woman would continue to bring up her parents. Did she know them? Did she know where they were or who she was? Or perhaps she was just messing with her. That was always an option.
"Fine, fine. Thirty and I will talk to my parents about my horrible bartering skills.""That's more like it missy. Let me get ya all settled then!"
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