PM to join A Trip to the Market [Abandoned]

[Ardan]

Ardan 22nd of Fall, 513 The market was bustling with activity. People were shouting about their wares, pushing through lines, and grabbing whatever they could. It had to be the apocalypse; normal markets didn't contain this much chaos. Must be a good day for buying and selling, he thought. He turned to Engghaen. "What do you need?"

[Engghaen]

"Let me see. I need a secondary weapon, my bow is for hunting and I don't want to use it for everything else. I need a new blouse because this one is worn, I need some sort of grain and any kind of meat. " Gah, that actually went very good, remembering. Internally, she pat her own shoulder. These places were great for hiding. Crowded, but awesome in her opinion. She didn't know what Ardan thought of that. "Ardan? Maybe you remember me hiding under stands in Syliras? I still do that. Sometimes. It's good fun."

[Ardan]

Ardan "Alright," he said. "We'll buy you a knife, a blouse, grain, and salt. We can hunt and preserve any meat we need. We'll also need throwing knives, a rope, masks, some extra Miza pouches for you, sown arrows, an extra blade for me, and anything else that could help."

[Engghaen]

She scratched a scalp, trying to remember everything again. "Yes, I think that was it." she spoke slowly. "Or I have forgotten something I really needed. Can't be too important."

"And I have tons of rope. But if you want rope, that's okay." She sighed, buried in her own thoughts. "I'm still not happy with the fact that I'm a cat."

[Ardan]

Ardan "Don't be upset," he said, smiling. "It's nothing you can change!" Best tone happy with what you've got!" Ardan approached the nearest food stand, observing their wares. "Anything in specific catch your eye?"

[Engghaen]

"Alright, alright." She looked at the stand she was standing in front of.

"No, not specifically. You?"

[Ardan]

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Ardan "No, not really, I-" he trailed off upon seeing a long, serrated dagger on display. It was simple, but elegant and deadly. He approached the stall, getting the merchant't attention. "Oh, ya want this, do ye?" asked the merchant in a hearty, booming voice. He was short, round, with a long beard and a bald head. Not exactly the type of person to carry a weapon as elegant as the dagger. "Indeed," replied the thief. "How much?" "Fifty Gold Mizas alone, seventy and I'll throw this in." The merchant reached below and put another, smaller dagger next to it. "Ya ain't gonna get a better deal than this; mark my words." "Done," responded Ardan, slapping two pouches of gold down on the table. The merchant counted them, and laughed a boisterous laugh. "Nice doing business with ye," he said, bowing in an almost hilarious fashion and handing Ardan the blades. He thief fastened one on his belt and handed the other, smaller one to Engghaen. "Don't worry; we'll be making that money back ten-fold with these," he whispered as he passed the girl.

[Engghaen]

Engghaen turned around to look at what was so interesting. Apparently he had seen something, and indeed he had. Looking over his shoulder, she smiled broadly. Ardan seemed very happy with it. Then he handed the smaller one over to her. She wanted to complain, that he had no need to buy anything for her, but she kept her mouth shut.

"Why are you so sure we will?" she replied. "Maybe I'm awful and we will not."

[Ardan]

Ardan "You'll do fine!" he exclaimed, smiling. "I've made it so far, and you have an advantage over me. I'm big, dangerous, and shady in both forms. You, on the other hand, are a young woman and a cute little cat. No one would suspect you of thievery." He approached another stand, trading four silver for two plain, black masks. They were not elegant, like the daggers, but they were cheap and would do the job at concealing their identities. He placed one in his pack and handed the other to Engghaen. He reconsidered the rope, realizing that there was more than enough at the camp. He bought five small, throwable blades and a specially-made glove that could both conceal and hold them. That cost him five golden Mizas. "Alright," he said, content with the small fortune he had spent, "let's get your things."

[Engghaen]

"Okay, okay. But I am a bit scared about your confidence in me."

She carried the stuff Ardan gave her and then realised she needed things too. "Umm. Right. What did I need again...?" Oh, no, you got to be kidding me! Petching memory! I can not have already forgotten about those few things! "Erm. Salt? ...And... Uh... Grain...?"