As a traveling merchant, you and your horses have been over (almost) all of known Europe. This month, you have traveled the northern peninsulas gathering items to sell in villages along your route. After a long trek through the mountains, lasting about a week, you've made it to probably the most remote town you could possibly visit. It's by the cliffs, near the ocean, just south of the sailor graveyards.

You ride into town on one of the horses, since your wagon wouldn't fit on the narrow streets. Even without your wagon, though, you still attract stares. Perhaps it is your horse's breed or your foreign clothing, but you can never be sure. After finding a nice place to park the horse and tying it to a fence post, you swing off your large backpack and unload your merchandise. It is only until you have fully set up the booth that you realize nobody is around.

You sigh to yourself and sit down against the fence by your horse.

Gina "Excuse me?--"

You look up to see two teenage girls standing by the booth. You stand up, hopeful they will buy something. One of them is examining your goods, while the other is looking down at you with visible scorn.

Gina "--How much is it for the red fabric?"

Jordan (whispering) "Don't buy their stuff."

The older girl eyes you seriously.

Jordan "We don't appreciate foreigners in this town."