Nox Nilsine approaches a tradesman, pelts of all kinds slung over their back alongside a long stained blade. The tradesman look up in interest at the thin yet imposing form approaching him and calls out "why hello there, do you come bearing a gift for me" with a coy smirk. "In return for some form of monetary compensation, yes" a gruff voice replies from beneath a curtain of matted dark hair. "well, not the chatty type then I see. Why not? You usually can't seem to shut up strapping adventurers and warriors like yourself ." He snarkily replied as he laid down said compensation. "Well I can't be considered either of those things." Nox retorted, snatching up the money and stalking off. As their form retreated back into the forest one might be able to hear them faintly mutter "at least not anymore".
