Tʜᴇ Aʀᴍʏ ᴏғ Fɪᴠᴇ [an advanced roleplay] discussion

The one and only inter-clan market in Agoroth, the market, fondly named The Market, is a splash of colour against the white of the rest of the city. It sells everything known to the kingdom, some things that aren't and operates every day and night - and it's almost entirely legal. It's easier to get lost in The Market than in the Emerald Clan forest.

Trinity tapped the small space in front her with her cane. There were many mixed smells. Trinity thought that she had detected a hint of pineapple coming from a certain stand. Weaving through the crowd, she headed in the direction of the market stall. She needed to pick up some groceries anyways. Trinity could feel some eyes about her. It was okay, though, she dealt with that practically everyday. Everyone pitied the blind girl, or hated her in some cases since she got special treatment by others. Depended on the situation and person she was dealing with, really. "How much is this?" Trinity asked the tender. When he replied, she gave him a few coins in exchange--and accidentally bumped into someone in the process. "Sorry!" Trinity squeaked. Her bad! Normally she wasn't so clumsy.

Giles drifted between the stalls, sticking to the main pathways. He'd heard stories about what happened - and anyway, he didn't want to go down somewhere where there didn't seem to be very many customers anyway. There probably weren't any good shops down there.

Walking over to a shop selling fresh produce, Giles pulled out his wallet. It had been said apples were good for your skin, and he was low on fruit, anyway. As he picked up his bags and turned to walk away, someone bumped into him. Giles walked backwards, brushing back his hair in an automatic attempt to make sure it wasn't out of place. The person he'd bumped into was apologising.

"I should have been looking where I was going," Giles said, but without much conviction.

Trinity cocked her head. "Why are you apologizing?" She mumbled to herself. It was clearly her fault. She should probably introduce herself! Kind of rude not to. "Trinity. Blind girl." She said, addressing herself, and her cane. Not exactly the most pleasantest way to address herself, but hey, it was the truth. She would prefer not to lie to people. Trinity, she reminded herself, remember why you are here. Grocery reasons. It probably wasn't wise to eat a whole pineapple for dinner. Maybe pick up some cheese and crackers or something.

Giles almost did a double take when the lady said she was blind. Apart from her cane, and, now he noticed, her closed eyes, she looked just like any other, non-blind person would look like. Although blind people just can't see, of course they look the same, he reminded himself, mentally shaking his head (it would be such a shame if he messed up his hair any more than it probably already was). His eyes traveled to the cane. It was remarkably flashy for something that was just a stick used to poke at things. The lady probably couldn't even see it, although Giles appreciated something that looked nice.

"I think you dropped some coins," he commented, looking at the ground. Some small change had fallen there - it couldn't have been worth much, but in a city like the one Giles was in, for some people, every penny counted. He crouched down to pick it up, lowering himself with as much dignity as possible. Straightening up, he spotted a stall selling figs over the lady's shoulder. I should get some of those, as well.

"Do you want, um..." Giles trailed off, holding the coins in his hand, unsure what to do with them. He could hardly hand them over - the lady wouldn't be able to see them, anyway, and probably wasn't sure what he was talking about.
"Your money?" he asked awkwardly, hoping she'd get his drift.