“My friends, my friends, come! I have for you now the finest gifts from all across the land. Fíoran furs, Valanian gems! Come, come, look and enjoy!”

Dalyor grinned as they stood upon the wooden box. Their eyes flicked around for any guards, though the grin never left their face. The gifts were beautiful, but not genuine. Did it matter? People assigned too much importance to wealth. If they thought it was pretty, well — why wouldn’t they pay an outrageous amount, real or not?

They held the items up, shouting more of the genuineness of the pieces, despite it being fairly obvious it was a scam. They didn't care. They had to eat, after all.