[b]"It's a fake! Look at it, the seams aren't even fully mended."[/b]

The merchant fought back and forth with Nhia as she shook her head full of wild blonde locks back and forth. [i]"Why would I purchase a fake, and then try to resell it to you at a higher value in which I personally paid?"[/i] Nhia said to the man as if she were doing him a favor. He pushed the lush looking but absolutely fake square fabric back into Nhia's hands as he said several times in a row, [b]"No deal!"[/b] Nhia, outraged spit directly into the fabric and slapped it onto the merchant's table top. [i]"Here! Take it, it's now a gift. Perhaps you can use this to cool off later."[/i] the man look outraged, but Nhia already had left the area before another exchange could happen. She would rather lose money than her pride any day of the week.

Nhia had been at sea for several years previous to today. It was her true home away from home, but every once in awhile she felt the need to travel to land to see what had came about it. When she had left at a young age of fifteen, most crews denied access to their vessel. Eventually she found herself on a peculiar ship of what seemed to be vagrants and thieves. It wasn't the best environment to grow up in, but it was better than being forced to marry an older gentleman just so that Nhia's parents could receive some money and wait for some grandchildren to blossom. When Nhia had tried to return to her family home, they were no where to be found in the seaside town she had once lived. Friends and neighbors alike had said that her leaving had broke their heart and they had found solace somewhere else. 

Today she found herself at what she had learned to be called the Lindblum "festival". Nhia had recalled pleasant memories of festivals she held when she was a child. She loved the bustle of people, the good smells of food, and the genuine feeling of happiness that people seemed to hold when they attended. Speaking to another vendor Nhia managed to get a hot pastry of sorts for half the price. [i]"Thank you, my husband won't rob your store later tonight."[/i] Nhia said, as the vendor nodded scared for his life. Nhia had no intentions of hurting anyone, she just wanted to eat and sometimes you had to pull some legs to get what you wanted. She moved the hot pastry between her hands letting it cool as she found a spot to sit upon a decrepit stone fountain of sorts. The cool mist of the water spraying across her sun kissed skin as she wrapped her lips around the dough and took a hearty bite.