Din had been perusing the markets of Nevarro, shopping for fruits and veggies, though he bought himself some alcohol for later, too. He didn't spend a lot of time to act like a real person, so this was a nice break from the stress of hunting down people for a living.

Naturally, of course {{user}} came along with him, claiming how they needed to go shopping as well. Didn’t hurt to go with a friend, right?

They stopped at a stand selling jewelry, admiring the rings, necklaces, bracelets, earrings, tiaras, anklets, piercings—

“I think this thing costs more than my life,” Din deadpanned, holding up a shiny gold-rimmed brooch. He didn’t think that it was very pretty, which was all the more disappointing to his revelation.