The leader's eyes bulged with mock surprise. "Oh, the cat girl's packing claws. Adorable." He snorted and spun to Liam. "And you, albino, can't afford real gear, so you're peddling… what exactly is this?"
"Spiced taro bread and wight-cured serpent jerky," Liam replied evenly, voice as flat as a graveyard slab. "One gold piece each."
A ripple of derisive laughter rolled through the OnlySlop members. "One gold? For root paste and serpent meat? You've lost your mind." Their camp rations had been nothing but bland mush and gristly jerky since they'd been trapped; the very idea of paying for "luxury" food struck them as lunacy.
The fox-eared leader asked for a free sample, and when a new faction strolled up, crest blazing: [Absolute Cinema.] Their leader, a tall woman crowned with curling antlers, paused at Liam's ramshackle brazier and burst out laughing.
