Creighton hoists the bundle of pelts that he had brought with him upon the journey over his shoulder. Cautiously he says, “Well, back in Rubern I wasn’t able to find a buyer for a good amount of my pelts from this spring, so I decided to travel down here to sell my wares. I have to make a living somehow.” He continued to walk towards the market square and attempts to get a read on all the hustle and bustle, this is the first time he’s been in a city like this. Creighton shakes himself a bit and begins to search for a typical buyer – seamstresses, hatters, cobblers, or if need be a tanner, though he dreaded coming all this way just to get the worst price possible. Though, looking at a few of the pelts he may be forced to sell a few of them to the tanners of this city, the catches of the winter had caught his hands shaking far too much when skinning the pelts.
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