I must be lying

Drakien Lusk · 01-19-2012, 10:50 PM

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He followed her back to her wagon, raising an appreciative brow at the canopy stretching over some patches of cleared grass. A younger male came to serve them strips of jerky, and Drakien eyed him curiously as he took one, allowing himself no more, and then reached into his bundle to pull out the rings. He'd noticed she seemed rather entranced by them, as most of the women he'd come across were, though that was perhaps because they were such shiny baubles. He himself rather liked the silver ones, un-decorated though they were.

Perhaps it was their resemblance to Moonshine that attracted him so.

As they sat themselves and she listed what she had, he hummed in his throat, taking a bite of his jerky and thinking it over. He could make a single cloak out of a bear pelt, of course, depending on how well-skinned it was, and based on their previous encounter, despite the failure they'd met there, he could be certain that they were of good quality. He was just as certain of the fact that he didn't want deer pelts; despite it not being as cold here as he was used to, deer fur simply wasn't thick enough. The fox sounded promising, though, and he let his mind wander for a bit before he met her gaze.

"I would like to look over your bear pelts. And the fox, perhaps. No deer." He added, and reached into his bundle, counting out the two diamond rings and three out of the five plain gold, as well as one silver. He laid them all out in front of him, and then lifted his gaze to her again and held his hand out, palm up, as a gesture of welcome; she was free to look over the rings and choose the ones she was willing to trade for. He wasn't going to try and drive a hard bargain this time, considering nothing of his future was at stake; it was merely goods, and those were always easily obtained.

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