Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160125152611

The old man narrowed his eyes, slowly stroking the grey hairs of his goatee. "And what do you suggest, young man? We are after all old people, we can't simply give away our food to just anyone. It would be a shame If you where to.. Scam us." (=-=)/

He took on a pose that only a master haggler could have, with an almost impeccable pockerface. "Let's deal, how much gold do you have on you?" (=w=)

He was then hit over the head with a small pouch by his wife, who placed both hands on her hip. "Dear, don't try to trick our customers. We are far to old to excuse yourself from making two youngsters walk into the wilds with a hand full of magic beans and nothing else." (>.<)/ (>.0)

She then placed two loafs of bread, a bag of spices and two bottles of water into a cloth bag and placed it on the counter with a smile. "This will do, right boys?" (^w^)