Solan looked around with high interest at the sight that is Sersia. She’s never seen so many humans in one place before, or the other races for that matter. It was certainly a lot to take in. She spotted a decent looking shop and immediately wandered inside. 

There were many knickknacks, some including supplies which she was looking for, and also magical items Solan wasn’t too sure about. She fiddled with a few of them, but felt the stare of the owner of the store and gently put them down. She collected what she thought would be suitable for quests, such as bandages, some food, and a handful of other items. Solan deemed what she picked up to be enough and took them to the counter. The owner looked at her then the items she picked out.

“Three hundred,” He said curtly.

“E-excuse me? Three hundred?” Solan repeated, rather baffled at the price.

“Three hundred,” he said again, more firmly than the first time.

Solan nodded, undoing the buttons to one of her many pouches on her belt. She froze in place, realizing she didn’t have any form of currency to put her name to.
“You going to pay or what?” The store owner asked impatiently, his tone sounding annoyed.

“Well, uh, you see,” she fiddled with her hands embarrassedly, “where I come from, we don’t use money, but instead trade goods.”

“So you got anything to trade?”

Solan’s face reddened as she shook her head, “No, sorry. I’ll put the items back.” She turned and began to do so before the store owner stopped her.

“Wait, young lady, I got a deal I can make with you.” Solan perked at his words, and waited for him to continue. “You’re a Valkyrie, yes?”

She nodded, not sure where he was going.

“Give me some feathers.”

“You want some feathers? Why?” She asked, not too sure what he would want them for.

“There’s an old myth that carrying feathers of a Valkyrie will prolong death. So if you give me a few, you can keep the goods you picked out, we got a deal?” He extended a hand, and Solan used what she learned from Heloise to shake it, figuring it was some sort of agreement rather than a greeting this time.

She unfurled one of her wings so it was in front of her, she plucked a few, wincing slightly as she did so. She had a feeling that flight feathers would have been worth more, but there was nothing she can do, having mostly downy ones. She shrugged to herself at this thought, and handed them to the store owner.

“Alrighty, come again!”