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Denver Mathis · 02-15-2012, 07:37 PM

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Denver didn't have much to trade. When he heard about the Festival, despite having limited interest in mingling with so many strangers, he gathered what he could. The Confidant managed to collect some clothing, a handful of colorful rocks, and a silver necklace with a worn pendant. He knew it wouldn't get him the world, and his haggling skills were a bit out of practice, but Denver was certain he would get something out of the merchant's gathering. He might not have gone otherwise. Except for Magnolia, he thought, smirking.

Maggie had been inexplicably excited about this damned gathering. Denver had begrudgingly agreed to go at first, but now her fervor was beginning to rub off on him. He wouldn't let her see that, though. Grabbing his precious few trade items, he found his mohawked beauty.

His pseudo-lover had brought her own slew of shining jewels, things much more worthwhile than his single piece. Frowning, he stuffed the trinket away in his pocket, figuring it might have been a bad choice. They took off then, early in the morning to arrive far before the sun would go down. It was a long walk, and Denver couldn't remember the last time he'd been so far south-- and it really wasn't even all that far.

By the time they were immersed in the market atmosphere, Denver was wide-eyed and alert. Now, he was excited. There were prospective traders crowded everywhere, and tents and booths set up all around. Even his floppy ear was mostly aloft as his head swiveled about curiously, wondering where to go first. It seemed like Maggie had her own ideas about what sorts of things she would buy, and so when she went off on her own, he didn't mind. Denver took his own steps in a different direction, and spent a long time perusing the booths, assessing the wares and their worth to decide what was worth sacrificing his few goods for.

Eventually, the wolfdog came back to a booth lined with arrowheads, spearheads, sharpening tools, and other accessories of interest. His small blade had dulled from use over the past months, and ordinary stone had not kept it sharp enough for his liking. He had just about decided to begin haggling for a pelt scraping knife and a stone sharpener for his dagger when a familiar voice shot through the crowd.

Turning, he saw Maggie's purple mohawk immediately. He grinned as she ran towards him, and laughed when she questioned him, nodding his head. "Uh-huh... just wish I'd had s'more stuff to trade," he admitted, but then shrugged. Besides these few things, and maybe some salt and spices, he didn't want much. Then again, had he more goods to trade, it may have been different. "What'd you get?" Denver could see some of her newly bought items clutched in her hands, and pale eyes peered over for a closer look.

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