Shopping

[Hayzie]

"Why is there nowhere that does trousers for girls?" Hayzie questioned, screwing up her nose as she pulled out another plain coloured skirt. A sigh escaped her mouth as she let it fall back on the hanger.

Smiling to the stall owner and putting her hands in her pockets, the redhead walked out back into the cold streets bustling with a number of Avaren's vast population. Christmas was fast approaching and everyone was panicking about friends and family. Hayzie, however, was worrying about whether the Tavern was going to be able to run the Tavern at such a busy period.

Shaking her head, the young barlass decided to take a break before trying to find what she needed once more. Skirts and dresses were a huge no no. After years of not wearing them, reverting back to the female norm was not going to happen.

Sitting on a wooden bench, another sigh escaped her. A few more minutes and she would try again.

[Kalim]

So many big, bad, powerful weapons to be found for an aspiring warrior or mage, and all in this one market. Unfortunately for him, they were all also highly expensive, the gaping void that served as his money pouch seemed to not quite sufficient to cover all the wants of this apprentice, neither did it seem he had any clear way of filling said void anytime in the near future.

Finally allowing himself to plot down upon a wooden bench with a sigh of defeat, he found in his delusions of himself wearing all manner of fancy clothing and armor he had nearly sat upon another person, supposedly also out for a bit of shopping. "Oops, excuse me," he apologized, grinning sheepishly, "I wasn't really paying attention and almost crushed you in the process. The name's Kalim, by the way, in case you care to think of me in any higher regards than just some ill-coordinated teenager."

[Lilith Celina Krowe]

Lilith wandered through the market, looking at all the stalls, full of lovely things. Her emerald eyes glanced at the weapon stalls, though, she didn't need weapons, mage didn't need weapons. Though, she liked to use them from time to time.

Her eyes then went to a stall for mages. She went over to it, and looked at all the wonderful staffs and wands, as well as the scrolls, books, and potions. She didn't have much money, for she may have been a mage, but she was just an apprentice. She stood there, as she looked at the staffs, a single sigh left her lips.

[Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire]

Saphira wondered leisurely around the market stalls laden with various magical trinkets. Kat, drawn out from her, was a raven, perched on her shoulder as a daemon. Every now and again, he would whisper a thought to her.
Fingering the dagger around her belt she inspected the goods with a well trained eye.
Whithin minutes, her pocket contained various items.
She loosened the silver clasp at her neck, looking around, and came to a stall of staffs.
She never really used staffs, preferring to draw up the magic in her own way, rather than through magical objects.
Though talismans and amulets did come in useful at fickle times.
She neared a group of people-whats more, she recognised one of them. The Boy.