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If there was one thing a Nomad understood, it was trade. Though her own skills are bartering were amateur at best, she had witnessed some of the quick tongued and skilled negotiate prize after worthwhile prize that would appease the parties involved. Her own from of exchange was with offering food for stories and the bit of trading she had done at the festival. But now was the opportunity to flex those skills even more, and the prospect was too enticing to not smile about.
In referring to the sheep, X’yrin looked at the little creatures with a calculating expression, bringing a paw to rest beneath her chin. It was difficult to exchange for animals, that much she had learned with trading for chickens, but then she had been offered a ‘prize’ for them, rather than assuming one herself. But if she had to offer something…
“…We have full-size moose antler-“ she spanned her arms wide to emphasize their length- “and furs. Cougar and bear. Perhaps that for two?”
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