Shopping

[*DarkArc]

The dark elf offered Emila a knowing smile, her red eyes portraying a hint of interest (or suspicion). "I don't normally deal in produce, but I believe I can come across these ingredients easily enough."

Charae then glanced over at Ra'zeth. "Usually. I think my bodyguard needs to learn the importance of customer service."

[*Midnight]

Emila smiles it is one of the few geniune signs of emotion she shows. As Charae glances at Ra'zeth Emila's gaze follows.

"You should definetly divise some kind of training scheme."

The sentence is added a certain irony by the fact whenever she operates a stall she frequently forgets customers are there at all.

"How much do I owe you?"

[*DarkArc]

The dark elf ran the feathery end of her quill under her chin, considering the price. "The ingredients are not particularly expensive, but it will require some minor means of hauling it around."

Charae picked up her clipboard, jotted down a few numbers, and showed Emila the estimated price of two and a half merits. "More than reasonable, yes?"

[*Midnight]

Emila looks at the figure. She seems to have no grasp of the concept of money and even less of the price of food.

"I imagine so. Done."

[*DarkArc]

The dark elf nodded, shifting in her seat. "Where would you like the produce to be shipped to? Anywhere in particular?"