The Taleweaver

Sea of Grass, part nine

Just as Nakora had guessed the camp quickly became a market. Harbend was strolling around, listening to traders and townspeople haggling, buying and selling. He walked around a wagon and nodded to a pair of traders from Ri Khi.

"... see the pelts? The size of those scales?"

"Cannot dye them, but the Khraga in Ri Kordari will pay a fortune anyway."

"They should. Not like the lizards are commonplace in our woods."

Harbend smiled and continued. Affairs were good with all parties firmly believing they received a bargain. He stopped just within earshot of a married couple from the town and slowly followed them when they left a carpenter.

"I don't care. That good for nothing sister of yours can stay in her tent. I want a civilized home."

"Silent, dear. You embarrass us."

"I'll talk as loudly as I want. Buy another pair of chairs! That should pay for bows as well as pelts. Maliander bought a cupboard and a bed, and they're ourneighbors! I won't have it!"

The man sighed, but Harbend could see that he was defeated. Grinning widely Harbend made his way to another part of the market. Yes, affairs were progressing well.