"Deal," Bylon gave Ronan a business-like smile, retrieving his payment then gave his customer the silver necklace, after that he shook his hand, accepting the gesture, as Ronan said their farewells, "Indeed, let's do business again sometime," The man was a good customer, not a blatantly foolish spender, but not stingy to a fault as well. As Ronan walked away, Bylon rubbed his moustache in contemplation, that man would make a good merchant or... he might be one already, whatever the case, Bylon would do business with him again. Another customer approached his booth, breaking him of his thoughts, the trader then took his mind off Ronan for the moment, tending to the new customer.
The Great Bazaar was still busy, all kinds of individuals traversed through the busy marketplace, humans, Akalaks, Kelvics, Konti, and others, truly Syliras was one of the most racially diverse in all of Mizahar. With his commoner clothes, Ronan looked inconspicuous enough, being one of the most common race in Syliras, a human.
"Fishes from the Suvan, recently caught! Grab them now!"
"You won't believe how sharp this sword is, it's said to even pierce through steel armor!"
"Fresh fruits and vegetables from the fields! The more you buy, the cheaper they get!"
An orchestra of voices filled the Bazaar, merchants exhibiting their wares, from food, weapons, herbs, and all manner of items. The merchant prince - in disguise - didn't approach the loud proprietors, he made his way to a quiet stall instead, owned by an old woman who looked wise as her years, the human elder was wearing a simple robe of good quality, but not overly ornate, and her graying hair was tied into a bun.
She was in the middle of tailoring an unfinished blue shawl when the merchant prince approached her, she gently put it down when Ronan examined one of her wares, "Ohoho, young man, that would be... one gold and five silver mizas," The shawl Ronan picked up was made of fine wool with elegant embroidery across its surface. If the man paid attention, a particular shawl looked different than the others, it was pure white with gold trimmings, located behind the others, out of a customer's reach but within the old woman's, giving the image that the shawl must be an expensive item.