life sucks, let's dance

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. "You better not! There's only so much drunken bullshit that I can handle." Ray shook her head with mock exasperation. She glanced at Aurelia's nose. "I don't think it's broken but definitely get it looked at. And you're welcome to stop by any time. I've got plenty of spices for any kind of cuisine. I'm sure you're friend would love some." Ray smiled at the offer. "If I do ever decide to build one I'd appreciate the help. As for patching, thankfully people tend to leave my shop out of their mayhem." She chuckled at that. At the mention of price, she grew a bit somber. "My prices vary greatly depending on need, difficulty to make or acquire, and other factors." She sat down before continuing. "When it comes to a matter of life and death, I'll accept just an update on the victim's recovery or a tiny favor as those cures are often valuable. People who are already struggling to  get by often pay me back with a homecooked meal or item. And anyone can pay off any price by helping me around the shop. But for the average customer it's always something of equal value or multiple things that add up to it.  A favor, an item, information, etc." Ray explained her pricing in detail. Some of her wares were easy to barter, but the more rare, volatile, or complex ones always led to negotiating. She did her best to be fair though. At the mention of the Ark, Ray grinned mischievously. "Oh? Well then we'll have no trouble at all coming up with something should the need arise. There are many things that one can do with herbs. Some of the more interesting ones I sometimes make rely on the Ark for transport." she explained. r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus