[ steve had been running errands, a job he's gotten pretty used to doing these days with the festival in town. the job in question had involved going and grabbing something from a nearby farm to bring to the exact merchants of the stall they're standing in front of. it was an easy thing, and he'd kind of been planning to grab a bite to eat before he made his way back home, when he gets stopped. part of steve had been pretty okay with keeping his head down and moving on - whenever new summoned arrive, things tend to get pretty busy, and he knows he needs to keep his eyes open for familiar faces - but he manages to catch the tail end of what the newcomer says.
something about can't say I have anything else to my name right now unless... and then my friend here wants to spot me something in good faith? steve knows better than to look up at what he believes to be directed at him, knows that if he just turned and left he wouldn't have to worry about it, but...
he does look up, meeting eyes with the merchant and then speaker in question. when he finds them both looking directly back at him, he looks down to the pipe and tobacco and lets out a sigh as he reaches into the pouch at his hip. ] Yeah, sure. How much were they again?
[ he doesn't know this guy, but he does know how it feels to stumble into a place like this. how out of sorts and insane it must all be. and steve does have the money, even if he was kind of hoping to save that for something else a little later... oh well.
he exchanges the coin and hands off the small pouch of tobacco and pipe to the new summoned, giving the merchant a friendly smile and wave as they turn away from the booth. ] You just get pulled through?
screams, cries, dies, etc etc etc. also settling in!!
something about can't say I have anything else to my name right now unless... and then my friend here wants to spot me something in good faith? steve knows better than to look up at what he believes to be directed at him, knows that if he just turned and left he wouldn't have to worry about it, but...
he does look up, meeting eyes with the merchant and then speaker in question. when he finds them both looking directly back at him, he looks down to the pipe and tobacco and lets out a sigh as he reaches into the pouch at his hip. ] Yeah, sure. How much were they again?
[ he doesn't know this guy, but he does know how it feels to stumble into a place like this. how out of sorts and insane it must all be. and steve does have the money, even if he was kind of hoping to save that for something else a little later... oh well.
he exchanges the coin and hands off the small pouch of tobacco and pipe to the new summoned, giving the merchant a friendly smile and wave as they turn away from the booth. ] You just get pulled through?