Like I know who you are, let alone what you are, Jenereth thought with his tone full of sarcasm. His face was simple though, it held a warm, kind smile that never once hinted of the thoughts he just thought up. “Your secret’s safe with me,” Jenereth said, he took a low bow and watched her scurry off. Are all beings of this world as loathe-worthy as she? he thought, watching her back until she was out of sight. Suddenly he turned and went on his way as well. Oh well, not my problem.
As Jenereth walked from shop to shop, only passing curious glances inside, he noticed the customs of the town and carefully tried to mimic some of the tendencies that showed time and time again. “Hello,” Jenereth said, waving to a merchant. “I’d like to buy two of your best items… please.” Jenereth saw from experience that when one said ‘please’ they were more likely to get a better deal in the end. Already his hands went to his pockets, but they held no money; it was only a feint to trick the merchant for when his hand reappeared it held a handful of golden, silver, and bronze coins. Handing them over, Jenereth received his purchase, two priceless—now that he had paid for them—necklaces. Jenereth walked from the stall.
His eyes once more darted around, the market was still packed and Jenereth was starting to feel claustrophobic. Rubbing his head, the old Acolyte left the market through the north exit.