"Sure thing, good sir," the angelic Fey replied, accepting his coin and moving aside to package up his items. She placed both tokens into a small drawstring pouch and offered the pouch to Obe. "Thanks for shopping! I do hope you come again soon!""I'll take a token of storms and token of tides for 50k!"
A finely dressed cripple approaches the stall.
"I'll take all of your ores! I believe it comes out to about 10k?"
The dwarf would scratch his beard as he looked through the items.
“I’ll take the elder fur and I’ll pay 20k for the manticore venom”
“Hm very well, I’ll do fifty.”
One Miss Kani Sarlotte approached the shoppe, having been in the Reiklands. Lacrym was on her shoulder, and greeted the witch's friend with a chirp and a flutter.
"Why hello... hello miss," Kani'd say with a wink. "You look... lovely. How much... how much do you require of... a young drow for that... that... that shard of lightning glass?" The witch would hum softly.
"I will buy a nice 6 of them then for starters. 60 thousand arune?"
A tall, well-built Aestatian man approached the shoppe, his golden gaze setting upon the anvil before he finally spoke to the woman in a deep, raspy voice.
"How much for the fancy looking anvil there, Miss?"
"Sounds reasonable, guessing there's something special about it?" He inquired as he retrieved a coin purse from his belt, setting it upon the counter.