"That one? Not sure it's your style, friend. Suppose you can have it for… let's say three silver."
I recognized the game. He wanted me to haggle, to see how far I'd go. But I simply nodded, dropping the coins on the table. His eyes narrowed, likely suspecting he could've asked for more. But I was in no mood to play petty mind games. The ring vanished into my belt pouch, another piece of the puzzle I was assembling.
I moved on, weaving through the throng of people. The smell of incense gave way to the salt of cured fish, then the spiced aroma of roadside grills cooking sweet-glazed meats. Vendors shouted over one another, promising miracles or bargains, depending on your coin. A group of street performers in bright costumes juggled torches, drawing a small crowd of onlookers who clapped at each daring toss. Two pickpockets eyed the spectacle, tongues between their teeth, waiting for the right moment to lift someone's purse.
