So it seemed that the twins had resigned to actually allowing Kylie to have a job. That is, the job of delivering trade and sale messages. This is evident, as the little girl stood in the middle of the saloon, turning in a circle as she gawked over every little thing and person in the place. For a moment, it seemed she'd forgotten why she was there. Then a little piece of paper fluttered down from her pocket, drawing her attention. With sudden realization, she snatched up the paper and skipped up to the desk. Just before sliding the paper forward, she blinked up at the employee. "Is this place a black market?" Who in Evelon taught her about that? "This looks like a black market place." You have no idea what a black market is supposed to look like. "Mama wants to black market these guys." No, she doesn't, this place is legit. "Here you go, black market guy." Dammit Kylie, stop.
Written on the little paper is:
Turning In
1 Terra Hydrolisk
1 Frosted Leaflet
1 Shamash Yingshee
Written on the little paper is:
Turning In
1 Terra Hydrolisk
1 Frosted Leaflet
1 Shamash Yingshee
[Terra Hydrolisk - Free = 25 KS
Frosted Leaflet - 65 KS - 5 KS = 60 KS
Shamash Yingshee - 45 KS - 5 KS = 40 KS
Total; 125 KS]
{Pets accepted}
{Reclassified Retroactive Payout Sent}