[hider=Language]I used Afrikaans and Google Translate for the other language Arusi speaks. If someone can come up with a more elegant solution to displaying it, I'm all ears. [/hider]

[b][color=teal]"Wat de hel is verkeerd met jou ?!"[/color][/b] she shouted at her father through the bars, the cell door rattling as she shook with rage. [color=teal][b]"Dobbel helder oordag ? Jy het om te weet dat dit sou gebeur !"[/b][/color]

It was the third time this month. Behind all the anger, that was the thought that filled Arusi's head. Paying off Geldin's bail had cost her one whole month of toil and trouble, so far. Paying this one would mean their finances would be shot. Along with Nontle, Kunto, and Deka, she would be out on the street and starving soon.

[b]"You know how they lie Arusi, the people of this town,"[/b] Geldin approached cautiously, his mandibles twitching as he wondered if his stronger daughter would try to lunge at him through the bars, like last time. [b]"They just want to keep us poor and licking their boots. Wees kalm my kosbaar ..."[/b]

[b][color=teal]"No... We're done here father. I'm already late for the market. I'm going to sell some pots and try to convince myself that I even want you out again."[/color]
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All she could think about was the way Geldin had called after her. Now that she'd had some time to cool off, Arusi knew that Geldin was afraid. Always afraid. As much as she wanted to deny it, Geldin loved his family. Every theft, scheme, and con was designed to gain a little bit of security for the future.

The real question was what to do now? No one was buying any of her pottery, not while the stranger with the map was putting on his show. She'd also made the mistake of setting up shop near Rook and his little helping hand. Now the little twerp's luck was rubbing off on her. 

Despite this, an idea started to form. The map was the prize of the day. If she could get wrangle it into her possession, then maybe she could generate some interest in her stall and even sell off the map later for a profit. The Backpackers had a thing for maps, she could probably sell it to one of them. So with the last two gold coins to her name, she called Arthur's bluff.

[b][color=teal]"I bid two gold to his one."[/color][/b]