He hadn't wanted the hassle of juggling it while carrying supplies.
A small, bitter laugh almost escaped his throat. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant, Abuchi. You walked into a foreign market, in a foreign kingdom, with no local currency and no phone.
What next? Should I wear a sign that says 'clueless tourist'?
The situation had just gone from annoying to mildly catastrophic.
He looked up just as the person in front of him, an older woman with bright, cheerful energy, thanked the seller and moved away, her brown paper bag packed with fresh goods.
It was now his turn.
The seller gave him a friendly smile. "How can I help you today?"
Abuchi froze for a second.
You help me? Unless you've got an ATM, a currency exchange counter, or a way to telepathically message my friends, I don't know how you can help me, sir. Abuchi thought silently.
But with several people behind him already shifting impatiently, some muttering under their breath, he had no choice.
