A man slowly shuffled into the shop, his hands stuffed into his pockets. It was clear he was very uncomfortable being here. It helped that the shack was far from civilization, but San had still made sure to come right before closing when he had calculated the shop was most likely to be empty. He didn't want to run into more people than was necessary.
"Excuse me," he interrupted, staring down at his shoes while he addressed the old man. "I'm here to buy a
Stolen Imperial War Badge." San couldn't suppress the color that rose to his cheeks. He had somehow managed to misplace his former badge, and the sticklers at the veteran's association wouldn't let him into the events without one. Didn't they know who he was by now? In reality he had probably tossed it out during one of his fits, but he didn't want to think about that. "I've also been requested to order a
Beaker of Ballama Spirit for a certain someone." He pulled a photograph out of his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper, suppressing a flinch as he finally met the old man's gaze.
Ballama Spirit For wrote:
"That'll be
75KS, right?" San seemed happy for an excuse to look away as he fumbled with his wallet, hands shaking as he counted out the stones. With a nod and mumble he grabbed his purchases, stuffing the badge away as quick as he could. Finally, he could get out of here.
KS deducted; new image sent; badge sent