Sivene had heard rumors whispered through the lips of strangers, that there was a merchant peddling Ancient Elvhen artifacts. It was with that purpose that she set out into the marketplace of Denerim. She had discovered others wearing things that resembled items from her childhood but were simply reproductions in this new era. She wanted to hold something authentic, as old as she.
She stood in front of the merchant, studying his wares. He had some nice fabrics, and she had brought things to trade with. In the bag on her hip rested a handful of gold that some kind soul had given her (she still did not understand the significance of this), and various trinkets to barter with.
The aberration pointed towards a fabric, an un-dyed roll, and reached to pick up a necklace featuring the likeness of the Creator.
The man muttered something about daft women needing men to keep them in line, as he dug through her bag. The gold crowns equalled double what he'd asked for, and as he began counting out gold, Sivene was none-the-wiser. She'd never learned what equalled what when it came to money; they'd not had that in her time.
Stupid girl, the words were spoken loudly enough that anyone around her might hear, but they meant nothing to her. Come back anytime, miss. I'm here every day of the week. The merchant called, as she walked away.
She stood in front of the merchant, studying his wares. He had some nice fabrics, and she had brought things to trade with. In the bag on her hip rested a handful of gold that some kind soul had given her (she still did not understand the significance of this), and various trinkets to barter with.
The aberration pointed towards a fabric, an un-dyed roll, and reached to pick up a necklace featuring the likeness of the Creator.
What do you want for this?She inquired, tilting her head back slightly, studying the merchant. The merchant named a price; added it to the bolt of fabric, and Sivene stared silently, before holding out her bag. Too trusting, she firmly believed he'd only take what would equate the over-inflated price he had asked for.
The man muttered something about daft women needing men to keep them in line, as he dug through her bag. The gold crowns equalled double what he'd asked for, and as he began counting out gold, Sivene was none-the-wiser. She'd never learned what equalled what when it came to money; they'd not had that in her time.
Thank you!She exclaimed, excitedly accepting the necklace and the fabric, pausing in front of the merchant's stall to pack her things neatly into the bag she carried.
Stupid girl, the words were spoken loudly enough that anyone around her might hear, but they meant nothing to her. Come back anytime, miss. I'm here every day of the week. The merchant called, as she walked away.
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