“Lism!”

“It’s right there on the sign.”

“Anything else?”

“Two gold coins. Eight silver. That will buy you a bag of flour, oil, butter, four sausages, two onions, and a bag of sugar, salt, and yeast.”

“Typical Humans. Walking in here, stinking up the market, and insulting any non-Humans you find. You should be grateful the Guard doesn’t run you out of the city! First that damn [Necromancer] comes here, and now this smelly one that can’t even read.”

“If you’re done grubbing in the dirt, I have more customers to serve.”

“What you see is what I have.”

“What do you want? Name it and I’ll fetch it for you.”

“I don’t have all day to play fetch for you, Human. Just tell me what you want to buy first.”

“Human, I have a business to run and a store to manage! Either pay me my price or be gone. You won’t find a better offer in this market.”

“Really? What kind of rotscale sold you—why did you spend that much money?”

“No touching the food with your filthy hands unless you’re buying!”

“How many?”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“What does it look like, Human?”

“Don’t touch. You’ll stink it up with your Human smell.”

“I just gave you my price. Take it or leave it.”

“Here. Your food. Take it.”

“Right, right. Well, if you remembered his face, I could find who sold you all that, but I doubt anyone’d bear witness against him. And there’s not much for me to go on. I mean, he sold you overpriced goods but it was your fault as well. No offense meant, Miss, but how’d you trade a gold coin for a sack or two of flour?”