Schezar held back a chuckle, and listened closely to her tall tale with a bemused smile, glancing over at Etoile as she browsed the wares beside him. As the story concluded, he looked away from the elezen woman and back to Marisa's expectant face with a mild nod.
"9 gil sounds plenty fair, miss. Tell you what - I'm visitin' my brother's little ones in a day or two, soon as I catch some shut-eye. Two nieces and a nephew. Got any more little Agala-- ahem, Allag relics like these they could tinker with?" He gave the other odds and ends on her table another relaxed look, poking a couple of them with a finger.
"They're at that age where they fire off all their questions at a malm a minute, and treasures like these just blow their minds. Toys, dollies, old tech... anythin' smallish they could take apart and put back together again would be grand."
"9 gil sounds plenty fair, miss. Tell you what - I'm visitin' my brother's little ones in a day or two, soon as I catch some shut-eye. Two nieces and a nephew. Got any more little Agala-- ahem, Allag relics like these they could tinker with?" He gave the other odds and ends on her table another relaxed look, poking a couple of them with a finger.
"They're at that age where they fire off all their questions at a malm a minute, and treasures like these just blow their minds. Toys, dollies, old tech... anythin' smallish they could take apart and put back together again would be grand."