[littl3chocobo]

very nearly as soon as his prize was in hand another stall-keeper spoke up to get some of the coin he had gotten back and glancing over he saw a very tall man with dusky skin and dark hair standing behind a narrow stall full of stone charms and glass baubles of varying colors and purpose. pocketing the small bag he stepped over to the next stall and looked over the myriad of trinkets the man had for sale. his eye fell at once to a greenish-blue seaman's charm, "hello jack, my name is matthew and these all look to be from across the ocean, where were they made?" carefully he picked up the small carved fish-charm and looked it over as he waited for the other to reply


(matthew is the patron saint of money, he does not want yours to guess who he is since he could get in trouble for sneaking off)