Marisa, being new and inexperienced in the business of shopkeeping, is both overwhelmed and exhilarated by the rapid influx of customers to her little stall. She addresses Polyitsaux. Â
"Oh, they're super dangerous! You'll love it!" she excitedly declares while hoisting a wooden box up onto the table. Inside the box lies maybe three dozen roughly identical balls, each handcrafted with only the finest goblin junk. Â
Mia catches Marisa's attention, who sees the lotus and ponders it for a moment. Â
"Hrmmm," she mutters. "I think my sister found that washed up on the beach. It's probably magic or something but I can't figure it out. You know, I bet if you put it on top of one of those wizard staffs, it'd be really powerful! How's 30 Gil sound?"
"Oh, they're super dangerous! You'll love it!" she excitedly declares while hoisting a wooden box up onto the table. Inside the box lies maybe three dozen roughly identical balls, each handcrafted with only the finest goblin junk. Â
Mia catches Marisa's attention, who sees the lotus and ponders it for a moment. Â
"Hrmmm," she mutters. "I think my sister found that washed up on the beach. It's probably magic or something but I can't figure it out. You know, I bet if you put it on top of one of those wizard staffs, it'd be really powerful! How's 30 Gil sound?"