"20 gil total sounds goodsweetTwelveabove." Startled for a moment and nearly spinning on his heel, Schezar turned and looked at the second, older Elezen woman that had come swooping in from his other side. As she rifled through the table items with seemingly bony fingers, he tried not to stare - even though he was reminded strongly of Haukke manor.
Clearing his throat, he turned back to the seller with an awkward grin. "Marisa, right? Call me Schez. Here you go." Setting down a pair of coins in her hand, he took a step backward with both compass and top, offering Etoile a friendly nod in passing. As he let both of the Elezen women have their turns to haggle, he looked down again at the compass with a mildly bemused half-smile.
"Always pointin' toward treasure, eh? Point me toward bacon, eggs, and a bed, then - my treasures of the day." With a short sweep of his hand, watching the needle stay fixed northward, he pocketed both the device and the toy, stifling a yawn with his other free palm.
Clearing his throat, he turned back to the seller with an awkward grin. "Marisa, right? Call me Schez. Here you go." Setting down a pair of coins in her hand, he took a step backward with both compass and top, offering Etoile a friendly nod in passing. As he let both of the Elezen women have their turns to haggle, he looked down again at the compass with a mildly bemused half-smile.
"Always pointin' toward treasure, eh? Point me toward bacon, eggs, and a bed, then - my treasures of the day." With a short sweep of his hand, watching the needle stay fixed northward, he pocketed both the device and the toy, stifling a yawn with his other free palm.