Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

[faileas]

Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

Down, Down, Down The group leaves on the morning of the 16th, a band consisting of Mirrorbound, Theodore and Sowilo from the Coven, and one of the two returned Wilders to lead the way. The latter three will only be present for the first leg of the journey: from the North Gate to the Northern Outpost by teleporter, then a few hours' hike to the site. A tunnel yawns open, fallen rocks built up around it in mounds. Everyone is offered enchanted lanterns to light the way, and their guide takes them perhaps a mile down before he and the pair from the Coven must part ways with the Mirrorbound. The poorly-lit tunnel leads steadily downward. The way is marked by their gracious hosts to be, with arrows drawn in softly-glowing algae painting the walls so there is no mistaking which way to go; a good thing, because the deeper the party goes, the more tunnels branch off of the largest one, twisting and turning into the dark. It takes some hours to reach a familiar cavern lit with algae and glowing crystals, a herd of the velvet wormipedes idly milling about the small lake and stream that led into town in the dream. Much nicer long boats are set up and waiting to take them deeper, along with respectfully quiet Monster guards to steer them. They take a slightly different route from the dream, but before long, they reach the curtain of grayish green moss that dangles down into the water, stretched across the wide tunnel exit like a membrane. It parts on its own as the boats pass, though beware if you are infected by the Cwyld - it will not allow passage, only reach out long, tough tendrils to try and envelop you, the touch of it burning acid-bright where it is harmless for those uninfected. Past the curtain of strange moss, the cavern city opens up before them, vast and spacious, dimly lit with more algae, crystals, and softly glowing orbs of magic. It's like being plunged into an eternal twilight, somehow soft, cast in gentle colors. The boats bypass the markets this time, drifting farther down a branching stream into the city proper, to dock next to stone platforms. The winding streets and flowing canals branch out all around them with no rhyme or reason, the city sprung up around the natural layout of the caverns rather than the other way around. Buildings are carved out of tall stone spires, the windows and doors covered in fluttering silk, many of which are pulled away so that fascinated locals can peer out at the scene unfolding. The Matriarch herself comes to greet the group, ringed at the back by spear-carrying guards, all Monsters. A tall, long-limbed Arachne woman bearing battle scars and stark white hair, she looks perhaps in her 30s, and speaks with a booming, commanding voice, amplified by a charm. As she speaks, ten Wilders are released from silk rope bonds and nudged to join the Mirrorbound; they're a little roughed up, perhaps, and shaken, but none are seriously injured. A few Monsters also make the rounds, placing copper tokens in the hands of ten individuals. "Welcome, travelers! This meeting was foretold and so it has come to pass. During your stay you will be treated as our honored guests. You may come and go as you please, but we ask that you use the same tunnel you entered through; we have not yet re-secured the other entrances from Cwyld nor the tribes. I would hate for danger to befall you while you are under my care." Her smile is wide, her eight eyes bright, and her teeth are very sharp. "We have prepared temporary residences for your use. I hope you will stay for the celebrations. I look forward to meeting with some of you very soon." Notably, she does not mention the surface where from the Mirrorbound came, and those around her do not ask.

I. The City The Mirrorbound receive mixed reactions from the Underground. Some are fascinated by these visitors personally invited by the Matriarch and allowed past the markets; others are wary and suspicious, believing them to be wolves in sheep's clothing. In the city proper, most passing Monsters are armed, but this doesn't seem to be anything new. Still, step cautiously - plenty do not take well to even unknowing offense and will pick a fight, or may see these guests as easy, weak targets to pickpocket or mug in the dark corners of the twisting streets. The guards only step in if things take a turn for the worse or if the fight is very obviously imbalanced - they step in more for Witches being attacked than Monsters, because they feel Witches require protection more. Still, not all are so unscrupulous: more citizens are delighted to talk, even if they still seem skeptical about a whole world up above. Mirrorbound, as guests of the Matriarch, are given nearly free run of the city, allowed to explore such locations as the marketplace, the library, the shops, the schools (the Arena for Monsters and the Academy for Witches), and the tunnels and caverns outside the protective moss barriers. The only places they (and most locals) are expressly barred from are the Matriarch's audience hall, the upper level of the library, and the guards' barracks. a. The Marketplace The marketplace is much larger than previously thought - it rings the entire city, and stalls spill onto the streets of the inner city as well in a lazy sprawl. There are some shops with actual buildings, but they're fewer and more expensive: alchemy and apothecary shops, a couple of restaurants, a weapons shop or two, nice clothing shops. Most, though, are independent merchants who set up and take down their stalls every day and night. Any number of Underground-sourced foods, clothing, weapons, trinkets, and more can be found at the stalls; they barter, or exchange chips of precious metals and gems, but they'll take cune coins with fascination. The marketplaces are the liveliest areas of the city with Monsters and Witches alike, from all walks of life, mingling and sharing gossip and idle talk. Those who lost items to the burrowing hyenas at the Northern Outpost some months ago should keep an eye out: the hyenas are fairly common down here, serving the roles of pets or working dogs for Underground citizens, and a few merchants deal in more interesting goods. The missing items can be found scattered across some stalls, and the merchants will gleefully tell perusers that these things come from the surface, aren't they fascinating? Don't you want to buy? Luckily, it shouldn't be too hard to get your things back. They'll take all manner of interesting trinkets in trade. b. Library The library is bound to be a popular stop. Monsters get some strange looks if they enter the spire just off the courtyard from the Academy, but they aren't barred from entry; most just feel that reading is for Witches. The building is only two levels - one closed off at the top, guards keeping everyone out, and the rest is just one very tall floor ringed with a spiral of platforms and stairs to access the honeycomb-shaped shelves built into the walls. All their books are written on scrolls of silk, and the librarians bark at patrons to be delicate with them, some are very old. If one has endless time, the scrolls can offer a look at life Underground: historical accounts of past Matriarchs, brave warriors and battles against nomadic tribes or hideous beasts, their history as they know it, scrolls on offensive and defensive magic for Witches, fighting techniques for Monsters, information on their unique flora and creatures that can be found outside the city, and even plenty of fiction - sword and sorcery novels all set in the tunnels and the city. It's just a bit difficult to find what, specifically, you're looking for, because if there's any kind of organization, it only makes sense to the deep-dwelling denizens. Maybe make it a team effort! You'll also need some simple translation spells, because their system of writing is quite different to the common system in Aefenglom; even then, it may not be accurate on older scrolls. c. The Guest Villa Those who choose to spend several days in the Underground are given modest accommodations in a tall stone building. These guest chambers boast gentle lighting, wide beds, backless sofas, potted decorative fungi, and stone furniture. It's... cozy, with humble individual rooms and larger common rooms for gathering. The algae grows in delicate patterns across the walls, pulsing in soft colors. They've gone out of their way to provide what comfort they can, but there aren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own - everyone will need to share with one or two others, so choose someone you can get along with.

II. The Tunnels Mirrorbound are not restricted only to the city. There are many entrances to the cavern where it resides, the openings all covered with sheets of that same gray-green moss; some wider tunnels obviously see more use than other, narrower ones, and the footpath of many Underground denizens is easy enough to trace, the stone worn smooth. The path to the velvet wormipede cavern is one of them; they're raised as livestock, all at once food, transportation, and producers of silk and hide for clothing. This is much the same as the dream. Another well-worn tunnel leads upward to an agricultural center, though, and still more lead out into the wild. They're warned, but not hindered, before they leave for anywhere other than the farms or the livestock cavern; dangers abound in the Underground. Those who do much wandering may notice something going on as well; the guards stationed at each tunnel mouth can often be found talking to each other in low voices about an unknown red algae that seems to be growing on the protective moss. It can be found primarily around the lesser-used tunnels so far, starkly bright against the dull green, and this seems to be a point of concern... a. A Botanist's Dream It's a short walk down a wide, inviting tunnel to reach the place where the city grows fungi and underground plants for food and medicine. Large rats and hyenas both are present to keep opportunist creatures and insects from demolishing the carefully-cultivated beds of rock and soil, and small blind fish swim about in the large pool of shallow water, in which grows something like seaweed. One of their primary sources of food, besides bug and rat, are mushrooms of many sorts - all the types that grow in the farms are edible, though some may be an... acquired taste. The Fauns and Witches who tend the beds are happy to offer samples of anything that can be eaten raw; they're most enthusiastic about a type of spherical mushroom whose cap opens up to reveal what tastes and feels like savory cotton candy, and a type of flat fungi that tastes sweet and fizzy and offers a heightened good mood for an hour after. b. The Wild Underground The lesser used tunnels are a different story. A mile out from the city, Cwyld runs in thick black veins through the stone walls, infecting the sparse plants and many creatures that live out there. Careful not to touch. Infected and uninfected creatures both are highly dangerous to explorers, including stone-burrowing moles with wicked teeth and claws that can cut through metal like butter, vicious white wasps that carry lethal venom, and berserker vampire bats that survive on the blood of other animals and people alike. Some infected fungi give off blindingly-bright flashes when disturbed, while others will cause rashes and blisters on contact. Explorers are warned not to touch anything if they can help it. As well, the nomad tribes roam the less-civilized tunnels and caverns. These are small bands of usually Monsters of different types in mixed groups, though some can be found dragging humans along with them. Nearly all of them are some degree of feral, and plenty bear Cwyld infections in different stages of seriousness. They don't stop to ask questions before they'll attack anyone, including each other, in hopes of robbing them blind and leaving them for dead. As vicious and quick as they are, perhaps it's no wonder they value strength in the city?

III. Graduation Day (21st - 23rd) The Underground does not have 'Litha' as Aefenglomites know it, but come the 21st, they do have a major celebration. They simply call it the New Year, or Graduation Day, depending on what festivities are asked about, because the three days serve as both. At this time of year, with more magic in the air, the algae and crystals glow much brighter, cycling naturally through different colors that cast beautiful rainbows across the imposing stone structures. This display is how they mark the start of a new year, and it coincides with the graduation of young Monsters from the Arena and Witches from the Academy. The New Year is a time to celebrate Bonding, partying, and showing off one's skills in the hopes of attracting a new Bondmate or romantic partner. Tensions can also rise high as rivalries are settled, and small brawls in the streets are common; the guards don't interfere, again, unless things get too dangerous. They're content to let citizens work out their own issues, but unfortunately, this means Mirrorbound may get dragged in on occasion! Small fights are also a tried and true tradition to show off one's abilities around this time of year. It serves multiple purposes: attracting a Bondmate, establishing a place in the unspoken hierarchy of the city, and working out problems with others. Monsters are more likely to start brawls than Witches, though it isn't wholly uncommon to bear witness to two rival Witches throwing spells at each other in an alleyway over their grievances. They're more likely to be stopped, as magic can be quite destructive. a. A Matching Pair The un-Bonded should take precautions during the New Year celebrations. These fascinating newcomers are bound to draw the eye of curious locals, and they may put on a violent or flashy show trying to draw your attention in return! The most common way to show that you're already taken during the celebrations is with face-painting: several stands set up around the marketplace with cosmetics and brushes, and two (or three, or more) people painting matching designs on their faces and bodies signify them as a set - either Bonded or intending to Bond. That doesn't mean there won't still be competition for your heart, but it will lessen significantly, especially if you're a Monster-Witch pair already. b. Exhibitions Primarily intended for the graduating classes of Monsters and Witches, the exhibitions are an official stage set for their coming-of-age; this year, however, the Matriarch has decreed that Mirrorbound may participate as well, in the interests of getting to know one another! They're interested to see what these strange travelers can do, especially against some of their own. Mirrorbound are encouraged by excitable locals if they seem reticent, but of course, no one is forced. (Just don't be surprised if you're called a coward for refusing!) At the Arena, a massive sunken ring with stone benches for spectators ringing the whole of it, young Monsters learn combat skills, with and without weapons, and how to harness their unique physiologies in the dangerous world of the Underground. Their yearly exhibition fights take place all through the three days of the New Year, and young Monsters battle each other til first blood to the cheers and jeers of citizens (and more importantly, Witches) come to watch. The longer the battle, the more impressive it is - and Monster Mirrorbound will have no shortage of eager opponents wanting to test their skills against the unknown. Generally, the fights result in bruises, small cuts, and little else, but rivals for the same Witch might take it farther on purpose before they're wrenched away from each other by the teachers. Meanwhile, at the Academy, the tallest stone spire building in the city, young Witches learn magic from a young age. It isn't exactly the same as magic taught at the Coven, but many concepts are similar - barriers, evocation, enchantments meant for weapons or shields, healing, most of the magic they're taught at this younger age is for combat, protection or practical purposes. They only learn more frivolous magics after graduation. Much like their Monster counterparts, they give solo or duet shows of their flashier and more impressive magical skills in the courtyard, with many citizens coming to watch and take stock of the new generation. Mirrorbound Witches may find themselves being cajoled into putting on a show of their own by curious locals wanting to know what kinds of magic are taught elsewhere.

IV. Aefenglom - Litha (21st - 23rd) Meanwhile, for those who have chosen to stay above-ground or those who have left early, Litha comes once more to Aefenglom, bringing with it beautiful pink and purple skies, a far departure from last year's red tint. It has the city in a much cheerier mood for the celebrations. While they know that several Mirrorbound left for a while, they don't seem too aware of the actual mission, and have very little to say on the matter - they'd rather have a nice Litha, after last year's bad omens! Many of the activities from last year return, better than before, including the brothels opening up their doors (showing off all the wonderful new styles in lingerie!), collecting flowers to put under one's pillow in order to dream of future partners, and wandering the hedge mazes that have been magically constructed in certain parts of the city. Seeing off ships happens regularly as well, citizens setting floating candles into the harbor and river to wish them luck. a. Love Boats A new attraction for Litha is being rolled out this year right on the River Temese! Near the gate, an enterprising Faun has set up a few small boats, each just big enough for two and shielded with fine gauzy curtains for privacy. Couples are invited to buy a ride down the river together, assured it will certainly set the mood. Those who have no partners are offered (or cajoled) to be randomly paired with someone, because perhaps it's fate! The boats drift lazily down the river and stop on their own next to a small dock right before they reach the Harbor. Unless you're willing to swim, hopefully you like your boat partner, because you're stuck with them the whole ride. b. Predictive Pools One bathhouse in the Entertainment District has laid an enchantment on one of their semi-public baths for Litha. When two people stand in the water together, bare, it will begin to glow and take on one of a handful of colors that they say will predict the pair's compatibility level! Sexually, romantically? Well, why not both? The only thing is, they've lost the instructions, and cannot seem to remember what color means "most compatible" and what color means "not compatible at all"... As a reminder, all sexual content should be clearly marked in comment headers, or else moved to a comm-locked log or personal inbox! Be good to each other.

Welcome to June's Event Log, What Lies Beneath! The Underground will be open until mid-July at minimum, and possibly longer. Characters can come and go if they're willing to make the trip multiple times. As always, please direct your questions here! The NPC threads will take place here. Aaand, the Action Tracker is right here! Make sure to let us know what your characters have been up to, good and bad, by July 7th, as this will help determine how Mirrorbound-Underground relations might proceed in the future!

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[timenace]

[ What he's feeling happens to be a lot more internal than external, but anything that absolves him of blame seems like a relief to latch onto. Sougo doesn't want to think there's something deeply wrong with him at this moment, so he takes Mikasa's suggestion and starts to run with the possibility, nodding his head as he considers it. ]

Maybe that's it?

[ He nods with a little more certainty this time, even though he feels even less now that he's voice it out loud. ]

[long_live_the_queen]

[The touch of her Bonded was like cool water, and bit by bit Kaede let out a tense breath she didn't realize she was holding. She glanced back at Ursula, gratefully, and the end of her tail curled against the Witch's ankle. And...though she still felt a little spike of embarrassment when Ursula mentioned how...distracted they had been, the other woman put things far better than she could have. Especially right now.

But they weren't quite out of things yet. Kaede saw the colors draining from Eren's scales, though his expression barely shifted. Her ears flattened to her head, and—

Again, Kaede felt drawn in two directions. She wanted to stay by Ursula's side. She wanted to cross the short distance to Eren, just around the table, and offer—whatever, paltry, halting comfort she could. But she couldn't reach him. And she didn't want to let her Bonded go—Kaede's hand stayed curled tight.

The Chimera's ears flicked back and her weight kept rocking forwards on her toes with each indecisive thought.]

Where are you going?

Close to ending?

[stopfen]

Maybe... [Returned nod? Returned nod!] I've heard some spells and foods can cause mood swings too. But I think you'd know if you'd had any of those...[Well, maybe he wouldn't notice a spell. Magic was pretty strange. But her antenna give him a flick...nope, couldn't smell any magic that wasn't coming from him.]

Or that there's no sunlight down here.

[stopfen]

[She nods, but speaking of trade things. The stall owner is back, giving both of them a glare this time. But Mikasa was actually pretty interested in the blade, so she's gonna try haggling.

She had no charisma for it, but she did have nicely embroidered flowers from the surface. And cunes... It still takes a bit of awkward haggling though, enjoy watching that for a bit Momo....]

[supersoldier]

[Crazier.

He's quiet for a moment, something pulling his brows closer together by the smallest degree. Sora's words tread a strange, uneven line between flattery and the truth of what his other self was, and what potential keeps lain in him despite the universe.

Or so it would seem. He seems to measure his reply more purposefully than before.]

If you're to walk away with any impression of me, I would prefer it to be as I am now. Rather than how you knew me, or another me, before.

[stopfen]

[Fortunatly for Leslie, Mikasa was well versed in speaking with the shorties. And lean crouches closer to listen. Though Leslie's comment makes her lean back again.

Squinting.

Looking the girl up and down tilting her head. Tilting it the other way?]

...Does he have eye problems?

[How did he get five??? She cannot?]

[fabrications]

[ Hmm, that's pretty much in line with what Akechi remembers hearing from others about their conversations with her, too. Though he doesn't recall anyone else getting gifts of knives from her. He reaches out to take it, studying it carefully. ]

Our conversation was more about the Mirrorbound and our intentions. She seemed rather curious about us.

[ He tosses the knife into the air once, end over end, and catches it by the handle. Then he offers it back to Sylvia. ]

It's a good knife. You must have done better than you thought if she gave you this.

[fabrications]

History and politics.

[ Absolutely riveting, he's sure, but he's a little more interested in getting a feel for this place than trying to further any magic studies. ]

Anything related to geography is a distant second, but I won't say no to hearing about that, either.

[fabrications]

That's how I felt. I had to lie and said I already had a Bond partner last time I was here.

[ And now he actually does have a Bond partners, so it's not as much of a worry. ]

It seems as though this civilization is a bit more cutthroat than Aefenglom's but telling any would-be challenges you already have a Bond might help you, too.

[darkcharge]

That's very likely why we could not rejoin in the end.

[ Because Ventus had not wanted it at all. It's an irritating feeling, really. That's why Vanitas believes himself so much rejected by his other half. ]

It doesn't matter now. We've little to do with each other.

gmail ate this notif!! 😭

[usurpers]

It could only be used to its full potential with her bloodline, [ he rolls his shoulder, ] or my brother’s.

Commanding titans, altering memories, [ tapping his mug back to the counter, he pushes it away, gently and empty, ] or even influencing them.

[ there was, of course, the wall titans and the rumbling, but, those were finer details of something more ghastly. ]

All I had to do was come in contact with him.

[ it almost sounded easy that way, but eren doesn’t mention what he had to lose to get to that point. his head. literally. ]

[towards_okeanos]

He must be quite an interesting man. What did he teach you?

[Iskandar has a lot of respect for mercenaries. He did not trust them, no. He definitely prefered when his people were loyal personally to him and his cause than to his coin. That didn't mean, however, that he would ever reject counsel from an experienced specialist. And one had to become a specialist at their type of combat to survive as a mercenary. So to have someone like that teach is an interesting concept to him.]

[yesdoubt]

[While Momo would normally step in to help, the stand owner seemed more interested in Mikasa from the start given the fae connection and there's no guarantee he wouldn't just make the whole thing backfire. He's had to be very hands-off with certain of Yuki's contacts because they don't want to engage much with Momo's personality type, so he takes the same logic here, even stepping off for a moment so he's not immediately involved.

Still, he might have some advice for when she's done.]

YOU GOOD

[bloodwit]

... Ah. [ his eyes had widened; no wonder. what's more of a wonder would be that best friend of eren's, he thinks. but, for all of viren's lofty ambitions, he can think of a similar circumstance in which he might deny that power. ] You have .. more than a few moving pieces to contemplate, Eren, "slated to happen" or not.

[ only hearing bits and pieces of this journey made for a puzzle. it's not that he cannot try to understand, but viren thinks there to be only one key—although, getting there was the challenge—to attaining power he (thinks that he) needs. anything else, and that has yet to be revealed. ]

[ his shoulders dip, gaze falling to the bar in a brief moment of quiet contemplation. upon movement, it flicks to eren's drink. ]

Will you be having another?

[lostinshadows]

He watches her.

"So basically, it comes down to a Queendom." Which makes sense all things considered. "How do you choose your advisors?"

wrapping this one up here <3

[proudofme]

[Soren nearly gives up the game by laughing, but he manages to muffle himself into his hand. The head bobbing really made that one! Even if it didn't stick, still a good laugh.]

Hahaa- classic. My turn... mmm- [he goes to pick a target, contented to keep playing this game with Mikasa until they run out of flowers or finally get scolded by some unamused passerby. It's nice to just spend and evening goofing off and not having to worry about all the serious things going on around them. Soren wouldn't say as much, but he really needed this.]

[oathkeeper]

Don't worry, Yona. You're really nice and sweet and I'm betting you won't be able to offend anyone even if you tried.

[Sora smiles.]

But you're tough too! And you've done a lot of studying! You can do it!

[towards_okeanos]

Sure but you can tell me your address and I can pick it up myself as well. With luck, I could get it to deliver it to myself.

[He grins.]

I used to work with a delivery company. If one can even call this work. It seems a bit wrong, I was getting so much fun from it and Bucephalus needs the exercise anyway. I was already going around the city and talking to people, so picking up a few parcels along the way was no big deal.
True, I don't that now as much as I did. Lately, I spend most of my time at Inkchanted but I still do some. Some people are good friends and I just don't have the heart to tell them I don't do deliveries anymore.

[Iskandar grins. At first, it was only to prove to his Bonded that he too can get a job on his own but then he grew to like it. Never felt like a job.]

And I would really like to see what other things you made.

[Another grin.]

Unless it's a secret.

[oathkeeper]

[Sora finds himself staring at Sephiroth for a moment. There's just something a little more sincere about that kind of answer that makes Sora feel a little bad for his past assumptions. It's still difficult to forget the things that Sephiroth has done to his friends and to himself. But if this Sephiroth really is someone different or someone who wants Sora to have a different perception of him than that then Sora should try to give it a chance, right?]

I think I can try to do better about that. [Sora's smile is small but boyishly warm.] You've only been pretty cool from what I've seen in this world so far.

[Sora's long rabbit ears twitch.]

If I'm honest? In my world, you were always after Cloud for one reason or another. And it caused a lot of trouble for him. And it hurt him sometimes too.

[He shakes his head.]

But I don't think it's like that here. Right?

[stopfen]

[She does stop after a moment, once she's righted herself enough to keep herself afloat... Not until after she'd slapped him once...maybe twice...

There's a small watery cough from her. Blinking water from where her hair had been plastered to her face.]

How... don't the teleportation...things take more time than that?

[Though she'd only used the longer distance ones to get to the other city and the outposts.]

[darkestbefore]

But you have others to whom you mean a great deal.

[ She reminds him of this with a tip of her head. ]

It seems to me that no matter who or what you once might have been, you are complete as you are now.

[darkestbefore]

[ At his encouragement, she gives a warm laugh and pushes to her feet to lean over and give him a warm hug. ]

Thank you, Sora. I appreciate it. I'll be sure to do my best.

[darkcharge]

Now, perhaps. Though a couple of months ago I would have disagreed with you on even this.

[ A shrug. The words that she says... He hears them a lot now. That he is fine the way that he is. That he's complete or his own person. All of these things would have sent him into a fit when he had first arrived and for several months proceeding. ]

Anyway. I've shared enough, don't you think? Any deep, dark secrets of your own to hand out?

[bloodypath]

[The glare Hubert sends over the boat as he flips his hair out of his eye is absolutely baleful.]

Well, one of us had to correct your mistake. Isn't that right?

[But he wastes no other time clamoring in. It's hardly the most graceful thing. Once he's sitting, trying to ignore the water pooled in the boat around his feet, Hubert glances back towards where he'd thrown his groceries. There are definitely at least a few people walking along the canal, watching this misadventure.]

[stopfen]

[It goes on for a few minutes. Some chirps from either side occasionally slipping out. The two fae murmuring, trying to come to an agreement...All things considered. It wasn't that bad. The bartering could have gone much worse, she could have been stingy, the owner could have been greedy.

But in the end, she gives over some cunes. At least one of each type of coin, and a note. The lowest note value...but the merchant had no use for the actual value of the bill, more the writing and design. And they took most of Mikasa's sewing samples.

Moneywise, she'd done very well. The number of cunes she'd paid wouldn't have gotten a lot back in the city. The amount of labour put into the sewing though...She probably could have traded them for more.

But she was okay with that. Turning to nod at him, roll her shoulders as she starts to leave the tents.]