Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20160721051031/@comment-7497475-20160723044722

A headache. Vale was well and truly a headache. Formosa had spent most of yesterday trying to get a feel for the city, and failed terribly. It was just too different from what she was used to. But now she was struggling to even get some basic supplies. The people here hadn't heard of trading apparently.

"Excuse me, I was hoping to do some trading."

This was probably the seventh person she's tried this with, but unless she could convince someone to deal with her, she'd have to leave Vale by tomorrow. The man in question just looked at her for a moment before gesturing to his goods. Formosa silently thanked him.

Finally, someone with common sense.