On the revealing of backstory FINALLY

[peccaret]

You are all idiots. Every last one of you, every last human, every last monster, every last soul--! [ It's pretty obvious that when she's upset she becomes melodramatic!!

She doesn't like her past being brought up, okay. ] It should have remained hidden. It should have never had a song to tell its story. It's best that you forget.

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[blatantlies]

[Don't mind this odd-looking fellow. He's just going to stand over here and wait for something interesting to happen, or to make a sale. Either or.]

[peccaret]

...Hoh. How convenient. [ Quick to anger, quick to calm-- but the latter needs some help first. From her travels she knows what the kind of heavy pack he wears represents. She extends her hand out to him expectantly. ] Four ounces of your best product.

[ And in her other hand she conjures a thin kiseru. ]

[blatantlies]

Of course, of course.

[The speed and efficiency at which he measures out and packs the tobacco speaks of many years of experience.]

Now shall we discuss the matter of payment?

[peccaret]

Ah? And here I thought today was give-things-for-free day. [ She chuckles. ]

[blatantlies]

[He smiles slightly at the joke, and plays along.]

A simple peddler could hardly make a living if he were to simply give away his best wares.

[Of course, certain services are free, although payment is generally the least of the worries of any who should need them.]

I prefer coins, although I am open to bartering as well.

[peccaret]

Do you happen to take payment in grievances? I have plenty of those. [ Intangible as they may be, but hey. She's a sorceress, and he appears to be more than he seems. ] I shall write them as ofudas if need be. [ Those given their nature, they would be exactly opposite of a general ward. ]

[blatantlies]

[He mulls over this a few moments. Well, if nothing else, this should prove to be entertaining.]

I accept. The ofuda may prove of some value somewhere down the road.

[peccaret]

[ Aaaand she conjures the ofuda, tapping them once with her finger. The blank slips of paper instantly have ink upon them now, but it's not writing in any language. In fact, the inscriptions seem to look like... a single measure of music. ] Three ofuda, as you'll have them. [ She holds them out to him. ]