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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 8:17 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 7:50 pm
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Trelenwy did often go to market, whether it was a trip for sale or for purchase. Usually it was both, and usually it was every day with one off now and again. Today she was there, and her most defining trait was perhaps the darkness of her hair. She wasn't looking for Therair (he was gone, after all) and so wasn't paying much attention as she stood a few feet from the nearest cart, brow furrowed. She looked over the price listing and nibbled her lower lip. She hated haggling. If she wanted to get out of here with some decent fish for dinner, though, she was going to have to strike a deal. It might have to be broth again. Her farm was only new, after all, and the little gathering of pearls she had hadn't yet made much money. People wanted beads, but what about the people who just wanted pearls if she drilled holes through all of them?! She couldn't know who would buy which!
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