Khior'a was pleased to see the sun again after the few days of rain. Â Entering the market brought his usual bought of nervousness and he began to rifle through his bags. Â His gil pouch was feeling lighter than normal after this long stretch of rain; its only hope for fill was the overstuffed herb pouch filled with various leaves, herbs and medicinals. Â Looking up from his bag Khior'a spies several booths and cannot escape from the intoxicating smell of the freshly baked bread. Â
Khior'a walked slowly over to the bakery booth fiddling with his very small collection of gil. Â He knew what little he had wasn't going to buy him anything special, but if he didn't get some food in him soon he stood little chance of haggling off his goods and rent and books didn't pay for themselves.
"Hello, madam" he said quietly to the lady behind the bakery booth, "Anything I might be able to get for.." looking down into his gil bag, "...um, a small handful of gil"
Khior'a walked slowly over to the bakery booth fiddling with his very small collection of gil. Â He knew what little he had wasn't going to buy him anything special, but if he didn't get some food in him soon he stood little chance of haggling off his goods and rent and books didn't pay for themselves.
"Hello, madam" he said quietly to the lady behind the bakery booth, "Anything I might be able to get for.." looking down into his gil bag, "...um, a small handful of gil"
