[ Slightly off the market path sits a manshark in a leather kilt. In front of him is a small crate filled with rocks (most of them valueless), shells (most of them broken), sea glass, and the odd crab that crawls out the side in an escape attempt. A sign states BUY ROCKS, scrawled by an inexperienced hand.
Surprisingly, some locals ARE buying rocks. Or, at least, trading for them. In exchange, Nanaue has received: more rocks, a piece of red dyed wool, some dried beans, and a pretty but very dead beetle. These earnings are also for immediate sale, it seems. ]
Want buy?
[ Flat, black eyes watch her, his mouth forming a large 'smile'.
He seems... content. Happy. The yawning void of his hunger is never completely satisfied, but he must've eaten recently. ]
Nocwich
Surprisingly, some locals ARE buying rocks. Or, at least, trading for them. In exchange, Nanaue has received: more rocks, a piece of red dyed wool, some dried beans, and a pretty but very dead beetle. These earnings are also for immediate sale, it seems. ]
Want buy?
[ Flat, black eyes watch her, his mouth forming a large 'smile'.
He seems... content. Happy. The yawning void of his hunger is never completely satisfied, but he must've eaten recently. ]