LOCATION : the silver maiden pub.
AVAILABILITY : @nefelibatastarters ( open for all )
‘surely you jest?’ tien asked, the befuddlement clear in his voice, though masked with the same sweet smile he had always worn. ‘THAT price for a wyvern’s fang? you can do better than that, yes?’
soliciting was prohibited in the silver maiden pub, but it was the most condensed place in margrande, filled with loads of prospective clients willing to pay a higher price than those in the market street and some are just foolish enough to eat up his lies. he was a good liar, wasn’t he, but he had to be, in order to survive and he was left without parents to coddle and protect him from such a young age.
‘come now, give me a better bid. i nearly lost my life getting this, you know? those are mighty creatures and they breathe fire. FIRE!!! hey, pal, back me up here. tell me he’s being ridiculous,’ tilting his chair back on its back legs, he tugged at a stranger’s sleeve, not even bothering to look at who exactly he had pulled into one of his schemes. hey, if they knew him, they’d know they’ll get a portion of his earning for helping out a friend in need.