The demiprince, entirely unaware of the internal dilemma his traveling companion was currently facing, had all but ran down to the bosmer’s stall, feeling very much as if his stomach was trying to eat itself from his general lack of sustenance. It was nearing evening, and he’d just helped kill a dragon, which had to have contributed somewhat to his killer appetite. However, he knew it was likely he might not be able to afford both a serviceable suit of armor and enough food to fully satisfy him. But as his gaze fell upon the freshly sliced cuts of meat available to him as he came to a halt in front of the stall, Nilovas felt his resolve momentarily leave him, his heart clenching as he imagined taking the entire display for his own.
No. You stop that. It’s just not realistic, he told himself, shaking his head slightly as if attempting to clear it.
“Uhhh, can I… Help you with something?” The bosmer’s voice cut through Nilovas’ thoughts suddenly, the vendor seeming concerned as he raised an eyebrow at his very conflicted customer.
”Yes,” Nil hasened to reply, bringing his hands down on the wooden top shelf of the vendor’s stall, “Your steaks. Are they fresh?”
“If they weren’t, I wouldn’t be selling them. I caught the deer myself this morning…” the salesman replied, looking even more unnerved by the ferocity of the determined dedication burning in his potential buyer’s eyes.
“Good. I’ll take three.” He paused, something suddenly coming to mind. “Have you any already cooked?”
”Huh… I uh, I’m afraid not, but I’ll sell you three prime cuts of venison for just thirty-five septims!”
”That’s fair.” Nil removed the agreed-upon amount from his coinpurse as the bosmer wrapped up three sizable venison steaks in a thin canvas cloth, tying the bundle together with thin twine. He exchanged his money for what was soon to become his dinner gladly, a small voice at the back of his head bemoaning the fact that he’d spent thirty septims he could’ve saved to get better armor. He proceeded to tell said voice where it could stick its input and looked around for the small Breton instead, curious as to what she’d gotten up to - and even more eager to find out whereabouts he could set about preparing his recent purchase for consumption.