Xiv, a rather chaotic tiefling sorcerer, had found their way through the marketplace to a somewhat shady stall harbouring trinkets and charms. They barked a laugh while picking up a small black earring.

“200 gold? For this? HAH!! You’re kidding me. 50 gold, take it or leave it, fish face.”

The stall owner was a Triton, and noticeably offended.