Selling at the Merchant's
Aug 13, 2011 14:23:13 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Aug 13, 2011 14:23:13 GMT -5
I can't help gawking at his coins. 16 coins! I don't recall any time in my life that I'd ever had 16 of them in my hand.
"Two? Or one?" I have no idea how much that jugg would be worth. I know how much you'd pay for a horse and that is definetly more than 16 coins.
Behind me the doorbell gives away the arrival of somebody else. It is an old woman, around 60, which is really old here when you have to work hard, live on little food and don't always have access to medicine.
She sits down to wait on the far side of the room.
So I turn back to my 'goods'.
"Two? Or one?" I have no idea how much that jugg would be worth. I know how much you'd pay for a horse and that is definetly more than 16 coins.
Behind me the doorbell gives away the arrival of somebody else. It is an old woman, around 60, which is really old here when you have to work hard, live on little food and don't always have access to medicine.
She sits down to wait on the far side of the room.
So I turn back to my 'goods'.
