But she didn't mind this life of freedom. 'No matter how hard it was, it had to be better than being a slave... right?'
Blacksmiths, tailors, carpenters, Alchemists, and so on.
Further in was the vegetable market.
Guards patrolled the area.
But as dusk approached, most people were packing up to go home. Few remained.
"How much is this?" Little Antelope walked up to the stall of a very frail-looking young man. He didn't sound like one of the Porcupine People; he spoke with an accent from somewhere else.
Not that Little Antelope didn't have an accent of her own.
The young man looked where she was pointing—at a sea fish. "Three copper stars. It took me a lot of effort to catch this one."
Little Antelope shook her head. As much as she wanted to eat some meat, spending three copper stars on a single fish was out of the question.
"Two copper stars!" the young man said.
"I'll... look around a bit more," she said, gesturing to the other stalls.
