Daisie
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"What is your price for the skins rather than the coats?"
The customer's inquiry at the counter was nothing but weary, yet it still made some attempt at being commanding. The shopkeeper, far larger and burlier than the lean Tiefling he was selling to, wore a distinctively unimpressed look.
"That'll cost ya 2 apiece, bub," the shopkeep huffed, folding his hairy arms over each other.
"Gold?!" The Tiefling blurted, incredulous. "And how precisely have you altered these items as to increase their value so ludicrously?!"
His shouting caught the attention of a few wary customers wandering the shop, yet was met with nothing more than a breathy chuckle and a snip from the keeper. "That's 50 silver more. Our policy for complainers."
The Tiefling grit his teeth, fists wringing tight against the countertop as he fixed the man across from him with challenging golden eyes. It only took a few seconds for him to steady himself with a deep breath in and out, loosing his fists into splayed palms against the wood.
"No need," he murmured lowly. "I will purchase the coats instead."
"You don't catch me. That's still 50 extra silver for that rude tongue 'o yers. But I'll cut it if you say 'please'," The shopkeeper goaded on before leaning forward, meeting his customer with foul breath. "Li'l ram."
The horned customer shot him a pointed glare, only to be smirked at. He could only redirect his glare towards the table, seething.
Finally, he quit leaning forward and loosed his coin sack, digging through it and refusing eye contact. He let a fist of coins drop on the table noisily.
"I will accept the added charge. Five fur-lined coats."
"Heh. Suit yourself."
Having been travelling alone for nearly a week by that point, Draven couldn't say this day was the most fortunate he'd had, though it was a far cry from the worst. The tinkle of the shop's bell sounded from behind him as he stepped out, hauling a bag stuffed with rolled-up fur coats over his shoulder. He scratched at the base of his horns as he looked around to discern where he'd be stopping next, and if he even had enough money leftover to get the things his party needed.
It was only when he looked towards the horizon that he realized the sun was already halfway set. Night vision made that a little hard to tell, at times. It really narrowed down the options to one: find an inn and waste more money on a good night's sleep.
He turned on his heels and walked off, weighed with the exhaustion and dissatisfaction that constantly hung around him.
jaelybug
The customer's inquiry at the counter was nothing but weary, yet it still made some attempt at being commanding. The shopkeeper, far larger and burlier than the lean Tiefling he was selling to, wore a distinctively unimpressed look.
"That'll cost ya 2 apiece, bub," the shopkeep huffed, folding his hairy arms over each other.
"Gold?!" The Tiefling blurted, incredulous. "And how precisely have you altered these items as to increase their value so ludicrously?!"
His shouting caught the attention of a few wary customers wandering the shop, yet was met with nothing more than a breathy chuckle and a snip from the keeper. "That's 50 silver more. Our policy for complainers."
The Tiefling grit his teeth, fists wringing tight against the countertop as he fixed the man across from him with challenging golden eyes. It only took a few seconds for him to steady himself with a deep breath in and out, loosing his fists into splayed palms against the wood.
"No need," he murmured lowly. "I will purchase the coats instead."
"You don't catch me. That's still 50 extra silver for that rude tongue 'o yers. But I'll cut it if you say 'please'," The shopkeeper goaded on before leaning forward, meeting his customer with foul breath. "Li'l ram."
The horned customer shot him a pointed glare, only to be smirked at. He could only redirect his glare towards the table, seething.
Finally, he quit leaning forward and loosed his coin sack, digging through it and refusing eye contact. He let a fist of coins drop on the table noisily.
"I will accept the added charge. Five fur-lined coats."
"Heh. Suit yourself."
Having been travelling alone for nearly a week by that point, Draven couldn't say this day was the most fortunate he'd had, though it was a far cry from the worst. The tinkle of the shop's bell sounded from behind him as he stepped out, hauling a bag stuffed with rolled-up fur coats over his shoulder. He scratched at the base of his horns as he looked around to discern where he'd be stopping next, and if he even had enough money leftover to get the things his party needed.
It was only when he looked towards the horizon that he realized the sun was already halfway set. Night vision made that a little hard to tell, at times. It really narrowed down the options to one: find an inn and waste more money on a good night's sleep.
He turned on his heels and walked off, weighed with the exhaustion and dissatisfaction that constantly hung around him.
jaelybug
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