Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-9087084-20130717065238/@comment-11527289-20130717070646

The noise of the market overwhelmed Grayson. He was not used to such noise. The village he was used to was never this loud, except on festivals, and even then, he tended to stay away from those. Grayson was here to simply search for nourishment. Simple enough.

He had plenty of money from guard duty in his village, although fighting those monsters never was fun for him. Sighing at the memories, he turned the corner to the apple section of the market. He noticed a little girl looking around, then reach suspiciously for an apple. Stealing, eh?, thought Grayson, and went over.

He approached the little girl and whispered, "Stealing isn't good for business, little girl." Waving the shopkeeper over, Grayson said, "How much for the apple?"