Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-5543592-20150514200934

Perdix marched into the marketplace, as discrete as possible, and stepped right up to a fruit vendor. He leaned over the counter, pointing down towards the woman's feet, where a spare basket of some kind of thing sat.

"Can you tell me about those?"

"Tomatoes?" The woman replied with a raised brow, glancing down.

"Yeah?  Is that what those are?" Asked Perdix, casually grabbing apples and shoving them into his jacket pockets when her gaze was averted.

"Yes, those are tomatoes."

"Wow, where are they from?" He asked, leaving his hand sitting in his pocket when she looked back up, completely innocent.

"The south... do you need something, sir?"

"No." Said Perdix with a shake of his head, before trodding off. He wasn't sure why he just did that, pulling out an apple and sinking his teeth into it once he was out of her line of sight. He could've gotten food elsewhere, at much less effort, and much more of it. Yet this had just seemed... natural.

With a shrug, he continued his search for Valkyrie.