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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aldrakh
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org]
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[color=darkturquoise]“Amas…”[/color] Vrexen inspected the shiny coin that was used as this world’s currency. It held no physical power or use. It was surprisingly very notional. From Vrexen’s perspective the amas’ worth was simply declared and not earned. It was something that could be manipulated by those with the majority of the wealth. Even so, pain and fear also existed in this world. It was a means to bypass the use of the currency, though there were a number of safeguards as Astra had previously pointed out. With enough raw power however, currency could be made moot. Amas was quantifiable, but fear was not. In the end Vrexen would grant this lesson to the world.

The trio headed into the market area of Aldrakh, The goal was to spend amas to get a feel for it, but to also prepare for the journey ahead. According to Astra’s map, they expected to head westbound, but anything was possible. Myra had led the group to a stall with a chaotic set up of wares. Vrexen was slightly proud of Myra for choosing such a disorderly shop. It was the epitome of chaos. 

Meanwhile Astra was just glad Myra was attempting to use her ama. There was just one problem, however. Myra was trying to make a purchase without a single word being exchanged. Orcs were brutes, sure, but they were a vocal bunch. They always had something to say and normally didn’t let things go unsaid. Wants, needs, complaints, ideas, and expressions were all laid out there for people to know. The most transparent race on Avalia, and Astra dug that shit.

The awkwardness of the exchange was even picked up by Vrexen who narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Myra trying to make a wordless purchase.

[color=darkturquoise]“Myra.”[/color]
[color=plum]“Myra.”[/color]

The two flinched some at their ditto moment before Astra stepped  forward.

[color=plum]“Myra, you gotta say something. Didn’t you learn anything when we were hanging out together?”[/color] She asked gently. She didn’t want to reprimand Myra for simply being the nonverbal deadly adorable ball of ignorance that she was. [color=plum]“I’ll make it easy for you to follow. Repeat after me, okay? Ahem… I want to buy this. How much?”[/color] Astra said to the orc 

Vrexen looked upon his ama, not really wanting anything at the stall. There not a thing that caught his eye. Weapons and armor were not his thing and everything else on display in the market were utterly useless to him. He flipped his ama and kept it in his clutches

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