Feb 1, 2024
when: 5 february 2024 where: bar, port grave when: @peterpfeiffer
“…And then, can you believe it? He tried to stab me. Me,” said Mari, shaking her head. Sand and salt shook loose from the curls that seemed to be permanently imbued with the beach and sea. “Anyway, I stabbed him instead and took this.”
She held up a ring. “How much do you think I can get for this?” she said. Far be it from her to appraise anything, though there was a significant lack of shine that seemed to hint that it was made out of something cheap and dull. However, that also didn’t mean she wouldn’t dupe someone into paying far more than what it was truly worth. She had to survive somehow.