[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] The store --> The Tavern
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] Sala & Vala[/center]
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[color=#FF0000]"10 silver pieces?"[/color]

Guthrie wasn't given a lot of time to greet the man now leaving the store, only managing to throw in a curtious nod and a friendly look at him as he made his way past Guthrie and outside. Not that he had much business to attend with the man - who for the record smelled of sulphur, one of the many smells Guthrie remembered from his days in the mine. One he did not miss -, though he would have asked him for a counter-offer regarding the snake. 

The snake was worth more than 10 silver pieces, that was a fact. Guthrie had dealt with a similar snake back home in Bori, and he remembered getting payed 20 silver pieces. He was about to object to the storekeeper and tell him to raise the price, when he remembered what the village had looked like; poor. Dirty and poor. And for place like this, 10 silver seemed like a small fortune. 

[color=#FF0000]"...Deal. Be careful when you skin it, the venom runs deep in its kind. I suggest hanging it from its tail for a day, let the blood and toxins seep out first."[/color]

One Dragon Tail snake's body lighter and 10 silver pieces richer, Guthrie stepped outside the store to once again find himself in the square. It was just as deserted as before, except a younger looking girl sitting on a bench, reading. The sulphur-smelling man seemed to be talking to her, before the two of them left. But Guthrie felt no need to poke his nose in their business. Mostly because it wasn't his style. But also because the nagging hunger that was starting to fill his stomach. And feeling like for once not making his own food, he scouted the square in search of somewhere to eat. 

Guthrie opened the door, stepping inside a tavern that looked awfully like...well, a tavern. Nothing special, which suited Guthrie all the better. He was about to get the keeper of the tavern's attention, when he heard a soft voice from his side and turned towards whoever said it. Someone needed a map. He chuckled, looking at the two ladies looking at each other before looking briefly at the tavern keeper. [color=#FF0000]"Something to eat, and a large mug of water, if you have."[/color]

[color=#FF0000]"Now..."[/color]Walking over to the table where the two ladies - who now were starting to look more and more like sisters, even twins to Guthrie - were sitting, grabbing a chair from a nearby table and sitting down with them. [color=#FF0000]"...you two were in need of a map? I might be able to help you two with that.[/color]