[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyneburg[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone, Lederer[/center][/b]

Cyne pulled out a single silver piece and plinked it down onto the counter. She wasn't 100% certain, but she was pretty sure that one silver was worth ten copper. If it was a bit more or a bit less that was fine, but she didn't have 10 coppers to give exact change.

Her haul now paid for, Cyne pulled her bag off of her back and set it on the floor. As Keystone went about inquiring for anything special that might interest him, she carefully shoved the supplies she'd accrued where she thought they would best fit. Honestly she was surprised the shop owner replied the way he did. She expected him to try selling the burly cook whatever he thought he could get away with. The town of Salarn wasn't exactly a nexus of commerce right now, might as well get everything you can before things all go to Hell.

[color=17c311]"You don't wear armor anyway, right Keystone? Monks always seem to forgo its use. Why is that?"[/color] Cyne could ditch him and head over to the Apothecary, but that didn't feel right. And if she was going to be standing around waiting, might as well engage in conversation as well.