| 1st Day of Fall, 510 AV |
| Akiva strode through the dimly lit streets of Sunberth. They always seemed to be dimly lit, despite the time of the day. However, it happened to be evening just now. She walked with a purpose, she had been wanting to try something lately, and decided that today was the day she began her gathering. She walked into the small shop known as ‘The Fence’. She would be making an odd request, for what she supposed the store was normally used for, but it was the only place she knew to go, the only place she knew would have whatever she asked of it. “Whaddaya lookin’ fer?” Asked the leering man behind the counter. Akiva showed no fear, she had learned from previous experiences of the dangers of showing fear to the predators of Sunberth. “I’m in need of cooking supplies, sir,” she said, walking up to the counter the man stood behind. The man let out a roaring laughter and said, “What?! Of all the things I’ve ever heard of people askin’ fer here, that’s never been one. But yeah, I got yer stuff. How bout a cooking spoon, a pan and a pot, something to hang over the fire eh? Here’s two plates, cups, spoons, forks, knives, bowls, everything you’ll need for serving a meal. And you’ll need a pitcher of course. Some assorted vegetables. Here’s some potatoes, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, green beans, some thyme for seasoning. What else you want, some oil? Here’s some sunflower oil, it’s good fer ya, hehe. Oh, and cheese never hurt anythin’. You‘ll also need some meat, now I‘m sure that‘s easy enough to find, but how about deer, beef, hare?” He said, pushing all of that over the counter at her, including fifteen chunks of wrapped meat in a sack. “Might as well take this basket too, lovely ain’t it, great for putting food stuff in.” It was obvious the man was trying to swindle her by offering her more goods, but Akiva really didn’t see the point in it. She had come for exactly what he was offering. The shopkeeper looked her over from head to toe, noting the breeches and shirt she wore. “What’s a pretty lass like ye wearin somethin’ like dat? I got just the thing for you,” he said, lifting up a pretty dress of crimson. It was long and flowing, the cloth overlapping itself with extra cloth, very apparently a dancers dress. It was a sleeveless, strapless dress that would show off her curves and breasts, and had a long pair of dainty, but matching gloves to go along with it. She assumed that they would go up to her upper arm, and the dress would reach down to her ankles. It was a beautiful dress, and she knew she had to have it. “Good, great,” she said, staring at the massive pile of stuff the shopkeeper had pulled from seemingly nowhere. “I’ll take it all,” she said, reaching for her pack. “That’ll be,” he said, obviously adding up the cost in his head as he looked over the goods. “Fifty-one gold mizas, six silver mizas, and one copper one.” A smile lit the scarred man’s face, as if he were very happy with the price. Akiva fished the mizas from her pack without hesitation. Money didn’t mean too much for her. Though that was enough for a season’s living expenses for anyone to live comfortably, she generally preferred to sleep in a tent outdoors on the beach or something, eating the fish that Keorvic had caught, instead of living indoors eating fancy already cooked meals that cost money. So for the most part, her Mizas went unused. She handed over the mizas and gathered all of the goods into the basket she had also purchased, draping her new dress over one arm. “Be sure to come back now,” the shopkeeper said as she left, laughing to himself. |
