Tholed grunts, barely maintaining eye contact, and attempted to shuffle past. The man, sensing his abrasive personality, moved back and continued to watch Tholed as he walked into the bazaar. Tholed walked to a semi-crowded stall, where a oily man was selling weapons and wares of similar nature. "How much for that sword?" asks Tholed, while pointing his stubby hands at a iron sword. "That'll cost ya...Only recently smithed from the blacksmith down there, and e'ryone knows he makes the best." Tholen pulls out a small brown package, and begins to unravel the coarse brown paper to reveal carrots, potatoes and other dirty vegetables. "Is this enough? I can have more delivered on consignment" The man shook his head. "I'll need 20 minas on top of those vegetables you brought." In response, Tholed looks at the man, snarls, and throws the coin on the stall. The seller, peturbed by Tholed's sudden aggression, nodded his head. Tholed grabs the sword and stalks off, not looking back at the stall or the bazaar behind him.
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