Timestamp: 24 Mia, 81380 Who: Samad Ubajadi Clothing: Unabashedly anthropomorphic, and naked, aside from an overabundance of jewelry. Time of Day: 1 PM Location: Packing up his stall to get ready for the journey. Closing up early today, Samad collected his wares, shoving the forgeries rather unceremoniously shoving them into the large burlap sack. Placing the real things in with more care, the blanket they had rested on was last to be shoved in. Grabbing the sign, strong paws ripped it off of the stall, before tossing it into an alley. He let the booth stand, not seeing any value in taking it with him. He did not know where he wanted to travel yet, but anywhere would be better than here. He couldn't stand it anymore. Bhim was just growing old for him. For once in his life, he felt the urge to have an adventure. To go off and travel. Slinging the sack over his shoulder, he stood and wondered. He had reached his hovel already, collected his scant possesions. Where would he go? To be honest, he had no idea, he just wanted to leave. Make no mistake, he liked his stall in the market. Enjoyed swindling people, and crafting real pieces as well. But he needed to get out. Perhaps he'd go to Terhesia, and book passage to somewhere else? Bumped aside, Samad was startled from his reverie, and swearing under his breath, walked closer to the side of road. Someone to travel with would be so much easier.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Let me know if its not OK to say Toxica was tricked by Samad in the past and I'll edit my post</td></tr></table> Toxica Yaxah stared in disbelief as an older male pendragon walked by her, covered in jewelery. How it sparkled. Her eyes were caught by a particularly beautiful necklace in his sack that was over his shoulder. How she'd love to have to have that sparkling chain around her neck. Something clicked. She looked at the 'dragons black hair, then his brown, scaly skin, and remembered her ring. She looked to it. A round piece of wood, painted gold. Nice looking nonetheless, but fake. She had to credit him though, if it took her two years to figure it out, (although this was a fair few months later) he was a good forger. She still didn't like to admit to being tricked, so she reached out her hand for the chain in the sack. If she had a say in it, it would be hers very soon.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> No problem.</td></tr></table> The pull on the sack freed the necklace, but also knocked the bag out of Samad's hands. He whirled around, cursing as he tried to stuff his wares back in, then seeing the thill. "Thief! That's a valuable--" His gaze was drawn to the glint of the fake gold ring on her finger. He recognized the initials carved into the soft wood. His initials. Samad almost never dealt with old customers if he could, and he was not worried about sticking around long enough to deal with a claim from the girl. But if he chased her as a thief, it would delay the trek. The necklace was one of his few real ones, he made a mental note to shove it in the bottom of the sack if he ever got it back. Dealing it was, then. "What do you want?"
Toxica smiled. <span style='color:green'>"I would think it rather obvious that I want that particular necklace. It should make up for the loss of money"</span> she paused and held up her hand. <span style='color:green'>"on this ring. Why am I wearing it? A convincing fake, I might say. I was hoping to sell it off. I'm sure someone of your wealth would not mind losing a necklace?"</span> She stood there, with a tight grip on the chain. She wasn't going to let go.
