[It's a sad, sad day when the marketplace on some otherworldly planet is actually nicer and even cleaner than some of the stalls in Kirkwall's Lowtown.
The problem, of course, is not that there are aliens instead of dwarves. Some of them are quite strange to behold and Hawke's done her best not to stare in incredulity. It's not the open area or the metal instead of stone that throws her off or makes her a little wary about where she steps. It's not even the lack of stares she's gotten because of the staff strapped to her back. No, it's the wares that are bothering her.
Bullets. Medical gel? Clunky armor. None of it is going to help her.]
No, no, you misunderstand me. I'm looking for elfroot. Elf-root. I can't use any of this. [The vendor clicks his tongue(?) at her.] A potion would be nice if you have it...
[And, again, he offers his wares. He points the medical gel out to her.] ...I don't have much choice, do I? Coin is acceptable, right? [She hasn't gotten the hang of whatever it is she should be using, but apparently, that's the wrong answer. The vendor shakes his head.]
I'll try back another time, then? Sorry.
[Ugh, wonderful. She leaves the vendor to go wander by the railing, taking another look out into the city proper, all dark and punctuated by lights in the distance. Her arms lean against the rails and she sighs.]
Marian Hawke | Dragon Age II | markets
The problem, of course, is not that there are aliens instead of dwarves. Some of them are quite strange to behold and Hawke's done her best not to stare in incredulity. It's not the open area or the metal instead of stone that throws her off or makes her a little wary about where she steps. It's not even the lack of stares she's gotten because of the staff strapped to her back. No, it's the wares that are bothering her.
Bullets. Medical gel? Clunky armor. None of it is going to help her.]
No, no, you misunderstand me. I'm looking for elfroot. Elf-root. I can't use any of this. [The vendor clicks his tongue(?) at her.] A potion would be nice if you have it...
[And, again, he offers his wares. He points the medical gel out to her.] ...I don't have much choice, do I? Coin is acceptable, right? [She hasn't gotten the hang of whatever it is she should be using, but apparently, that's the wrong answer. The vendor shakes his head.]
I'll try back another time, then? Sorry.
[Ugh, wonderful. She leaves the vendor to go wander by the railing, taking another look out into the city proper, all dark and punctuated by lights in the distance. Her arms lean against the rails and she sighs.]