Dead_Ringer walked back towards the Town of Beginnings, he inventory full of hides and plants she picked up along the way. It seemed that many a boar and even a few wolves were contempt knowing their sacrifice would fuel a highly successful business venture. As according to plan, she would complete the quest and sell what ever was remaining to a specialized materials merchant which she would then use the money to buy metals for blacksmithing.

Manically chuckling her way past the gate, drawing some startled looks from onlookers, DeRi walked towards the main market. DeRi was a shortened form of her name that made her sound a bit more approachable. It was important in business to be both approachable to costumers and partners and intimidating to others when the need arises; Dead_Ringer unfortunately only achieved one of these requirements so a second nickname was needed. 

As the newly christened DeRi made her way into the crowed market stalls, she pushed past people with similar goals in mind. Spare hides and furs traded hands for gold, lucky players who managed to find a new weapon were begging to have it be refined and sharpened, people who clearly hadn't gotten used to the controls were bumping into anything that moved and some that didn't, it struck a familiar cord to Alice, recalling memories when her father once brought her to the stock exchange. All the hustle and bustle, the movement and the profits, Alice had to admit that she was throughly enjoying the game's atmosphere at this point.

Taking in the sights, she almost wanted to burst into Disney song, [i]almost.[/i] Seeing the sign of the store that's the corner stone of her plans, she excitedly dashes towards, only to be halted by someone else who ran into her, [color=ed1c24]"Oi! Watch where you're going!"[/color]