She shrugs. "I doubt anyone will know where I'm from, so option b is pretty much out. As for the first or last? Either way works for me. But could you explain the currency here real quick?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Will it be a problem that my coins have a different crest?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James bit his lower lip in lowkey apprehension. "You know, that miiiiiight be a problem." He didn't have to ask to know that she was probably asking because that's what she gave in exchange for the picks.
"Yeah that seems like a good idea." She swings up on Nightmare, turning the horse so he can mount behind her.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James hopped on, briefly looking back to see a lanky man holding what he presumed to be the coins in his hand, asking around for what sounded like Tasha.
She ducks her head, letting her hair down so it falls over her face. Tasha pulls a cloak from the bags and puts it on so it covers most of her weapons as she urges Nightmare into a trot.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James held on, looking away from the Tavern and the man, so he wouldn't catch his eye. It seemed that they had gotten away successfully, as they dashed off back into the woods.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"At least they won't associate me with you or vice versa."
((Congrats, Tasha! You becam wanted pretty much the instant you walked into your first town!))
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
