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Phoebe glanced at her guild mate, hood still hiding her face. She wasn't sure if the other person was a guild mate, but if he was hanging around Kyuuten, it was more than likely he was. Kyuuten however, was someone she knew about, or rather, there was hardly a chance that
anyone in the guild didn't know about him. Hopelessly energetic, boundlessly cheery, and endlessly smiling, he had a kind of brightness to him that inevitably endeared himself to many. He wasn't known as the Harpy's "Shining Sun" for nothing.
Phoebe drew her hood over herself near unconsciously; Kyuuten was the kind of person she had the hardest time being around, for a number of reasons.
Turning her back to the two, she focused once more on the books for sale; as expected, most of them were literature she'd already gone through, and the one's she hadn't, were hardly worth the jewels. It seemed she'd have to do a bit more searching before she could find-
She paused. Had she been someone more emotive, surprise, and delight, would have been all over her face. There, buried under all the mediocrity, was a rare, one of a kind book. Phoebe glanced around, almost paranoid, and checking if anyone else had noticed. Stepping forward swiftly, Phoebe picked the book up gingerly, and read the title.
"The Writings of the Emerald Tablet - A Study in Human Folly"
Though she didn't smile, Phoebe came quite close to it. This was the first volume of five, and even better, the lack of volume number and original publication date meant that this was, almost inexplicably, a first edition print.
"How much is this?" she asked the vendor. The vendor glanced at the book in her hand and shrugged. "For that old thing? 200 jewels."
That was nowhere near it's true value! Phoebe nearly bleated out. That price was less than two hundred times the books true value - and that wasn't even factoring the value it would have for collectors like her. If Phoebe had to guess, in the right auction houses the books would sell for near 100,000 jewels, perhaps even above that, and this vendor was selling it for a mere two-hundred!
"I . . . see," said Phoebe. She set down the book, reaching for her wallet, only to find . . . nothing. She checked again, and nothing. She'd left her wallet at home.
Sighing, she peered up at the vendor. "Can you reserve this for me?" she requested. Shaking his head, the vendor replied, "Sorry, no reservation policy," while pointing at a sign that echoed his words.
Slumping slightly, Phoebe looked in the direction of the guild warily. On one hand, it would take less than two minutes to get to and from the guild and retrieve her wallet, on the other, two minutes would be enough for someone to notice and purchase the book. Then, she glanced at Kyuuten, who was still talking with the other person. But she was loathe to have to ask money from anyone, most especially from Kyuuten Rallis.