Bejonias goes shoping

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Bejonias kicked the barrel out of her way and grabs some of the fabric on the both to wipe her hand with.

Dear goddess, she thought to herself as she wiped the mixture of black grease, white and blood off her, how much of this crap do these people put on their faces?

Finished Bejonias turns towards the unconscious merchant "All right, Tariq from the beyond the blue river, were is the necklace?"

Bejnoias squatted down next to the merchant and begins rifling threw the merchants clothes. Typical of one of the River People all the merchant's garments were black. He wore a black tunic, black hose, black boots, black gloves, black under tunic and finally black loin cloth. Even the merchants hair was dyed black. Except for his face he had painted white, the man was black and devoid of any color beyond some silverish jewelry he wore, probably made of pewter, done in the shape of some demonic heads and sculls. After several frustrating moments Bejonias decided the necklace wasn't on him.

"So Tariq, there never was any Sogdianian necklace, was there?" Benjonias mused as she looked over the unconscious merchant and chuckled bitterly to herself "the yellow of the gold probably far to upbeat for you,...in your cold and lonely world, as you say?" thinking some more she then snorted in disgusted "you've probably don't even know were the Persian Gate are, much less been east of them, do you man?

Bejonias picked at one of the metal demon heads and decided that made a poor trade in kind for her money. She'd be laughed out of the village by her sisters wearing something so absurd. No warrior would let herself been seen adorn as such. It was just against the modalities of the Amazons.

The merchant groaned.

"Oh dear gods," Bejonias hissed as she watched the merchant return to consciousness "You're going to start crying again about how cruel the world is. Listen, you do that man and I swear to the gods below I will punch you in the face yet another time!"