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[center][h3]--Aventon - Village--[/h3][/center]
The trade goods were certainly neat, but aside from cultural ornaments and embellishments, nothing too out of the ordinary, perhaps except for the tomes. In the end, Remilia realized that as a purveyor of antique artifacts and someone who had arguably the best library - and librarian - in Gensokyo within her private property, she might not be the best appraiser. After all, meeting let alone surpassing her standards would be an achievement in itself. Then, if the items couldn't really provide her with anything beyond brief amusement, then perhaps the traders themselves could...

The vampiress arrived just as the Moriya Miko was proposing for the group to hitch a ride back to Nieve, the supposed capital of the sovereign nation that Aventon belonged to. Considering what Lavielle said through Millie last night as relayed by Anne to the party, their next destination should indeed be Nieve. [color=d9457c][i]It's my best course of action, unless Patchouli and the others have found a way to reverse the teleportation process that brought me here, but the fact they aren't here yet means they haven't so...[/i][/color] They'd come when they're able, but she certainly wasn't going to wait around.

The ensuing exchange between the traders (including the guards), Sanae, and Mokou was certainly quite interesting. These folks seem to equate size with strength, then by that principle, the Scarlet Devil would be either the weakest or second weakest considering Rayne, which was a thought that amused her greatly... until she remembered that even [i]if[/i] she decided to boast her might, knowing that her current self was but a tiny morsel compared to her true glory put a damper to the urge to indulge in a bit of showy arrogance. All things considered, some of these able-bodied men might very well be actually stronger than her, and insisting that she [i]should[/i] be leagues mightier than she currently was would only serve to humiliate herself even further. [color=d9457c][i]Ugh...[/i][/color] Furthermore, unlike that battle maniac Mokou, Remilia wasn't fond of challenging people purely for the joy of fighting, [color=d9457c][i]Reminds me too much of Meiling...[/i][/color]

That aside, she still possessed something that only Sanae could inferiorly emulate. Clearing her throat for effect, Remilia casually hovered up to the merchant, then elegantly posed herself as if she was sitting on an invisible throne, crossing one leg over the other as she did, [color=d9457c][b]"Come now, ladies and gentlemen, are we so quick to resort to primitive gasconading?"[/b][/color] The youkai chuckled, [color=d9457c][b]"Nevertheless, even if you insist on coming to blows to crudely prove who's the mightiest, fret not, for I am a healer. Whatever that may ail you: bruises, bleeds, burns, and all ailments of mundane or magical nature, my gifts shall ameliorate them... for a cost."[/b][/color] 

Remilia deliberately paused for effect, but then locked her narrowed eyes and smirking lips at the merchant, [color=d9457c][b]"[i]However[/i], I may be inclined to waive the fee in exchange for transport services for myself and my companions. Should you need proof, simply ask any of the good folks here and they shall inform you of my exploits~"[/b][/color]