Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
Sah restrained a snort at the less-than-graceful movement. The teleportation recovery did earn a chuckle, however, "Thank you." Sometimes, the Wild Thunder wondered if his own brand of magic was too flashy. Not that he minded too much. It was far from inconspicuous, but it was a decent intimidation tactic at times. The merchant began to bag Sah's items as he spoke. "I'm a hunter. One of the women at the brothel next door asked for an arctic fox fur. I think she intends to wear it as a scarf." He recalled the hug that she gave him, "She seemed pleased." He wondered if she'd spread the word and he'd be receiving more commissions from the establishment. Hopefully.
Sah noted the extensive jewelry. How fitting for someone who seemed so at ease in the Whisper, "I walked in without any expectations so it's safe to say that it's more than I hoped."
