Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-34881179-20190515133041/@comment-34881179-20190602132640

(Yeah, that’s fine!)

Willow slid her coins onto the counter, making eye contact with the man at the counter. “Er, that’ll be fifteen coins,” the man told her.

“It was ten yesterday,” Willow protested.

“Prices change,” the man responded firmly.

Willow groaned, defeated. What was she to do now? She needed bread? She felt a strong wind begin to blow around her shoulders, and she turned and walked away, hoping no one would see.