Flora continued standing in line, entertained by the heated discussion between the men for a while, until suddenly it had gone on long enough. Crossing her arms, she tapped her foot impatiently, sighing loudly. She noticed the stall keep was being a bully, all because he was the only stall around anymore that had any of the supplies the man needed. This woman didn't like bullies, and as the man in front of her was reaching for his money (or so she thought) she stepped forward out of the line, interrupting.
"Honey," she said to the stall owner, "give this man what he asked for at a more reasonable price. And grab me a batch of arrows as well, for the usual three silver." She leaned forward against the counter, seductively making her voluptuous bosom more noticeable. She had put emphasize on the number "three," allowing the man to realize he had been paying twice as much as her for who knows how long. Flora knew the stall owners around here better apparently, and knew how to deal with them seeing as she practically grew up here and all, and had stolen at least one item from each of them. But she usually tried to make up for her thievery by being a good citizen and paying for goods every once in a while, as she was trying to do now. "I know very well you have to make a living here just like the rest of us, but you could at least be appreciative that he isn't stealing. Your high prices are probably one of the reasons there's so much thievery around here to begin with."
The woman lifted herself from the counter and turned to the man in line. She looked him over once, memorizing his appearance for later in case it were to be of some use to her. Then she turned back to the stall-keep and waited.