There was never a city more majestic and utterly terrifying to Mallandrae. The Dalish hardly interacted with humans- albeit there are some clans, like her own, that traded with human merchants and whatnot. Despite this fact, red-head hardly knew anything about Orlais; besides, of course, the things Guillermo had told her during his monthly visits.
What Mallandrae knew about Orlais was questionable. They were very stuck up nobles who enjoyed wearing masks as if that would protect them from… words? It was all very confusing to the poor girl. When it came to big cities in Orlais, Guillermo would always tell her the same thing. “Stay close, stay quiet, let me do the talking, yes?” Or some variation thereof.
This time, however, Guillermo had foolishly turned his back to the ever-curious elf. A rather stingy merchant had claimed the entirety of his concentration. Not wanting to let a good item go, he decided to use that silver tongue of his to see what they could agree on. Not that Mal really cared. The way words meant life or death in this place… it was weird. Words were just words. Could a word cut you? No. That’s just a silly thought.
Seeing her chance, Mal walked off to the South side of Val Royeaux, staring at everything she possibly could with this wide, blue eyes.
“Beautiful, is it not?” A sweet voice spoke not far from where the elf was. It caused her to stop and turned her head. Ah. One of the merchants. Or so she must have been given the fact she was standing right beside a stand full of sparkling jewels and gems. It caught the elf’s eyes instantaneously and her legs seemed to move on their own accord towards them.
“Great. Creators. They are beautiful! Look at this one.” The elf squealed, snatching up a thick, gold chained necklace with a very large, very impressive looking pendant. The thing was heavy. Incredibly heavy. So heavy, in fact, that anyone with any knowledge on human culture would know that heavy gold and gems meant a very expensive item.
“I was referring to the city. Please be careful with that. It’s more expensive than you, I’m sure.”
Mallandrae blinked at the lady, slowly lowering the necklace back where she found it, but not as gently as she should have. Didn't have to be rude about it, did ya? Mal thought to herself, jaw clenching in an attempt to hold her tongue.
As the gemmed pendant made a heartstopping “clank” on the table, the merchant flinched and raised her hands as if sheer will could rewind time. Magicless broad would have to do better than that. Maybe get some reflexes? Mal was bitter. However, her curiosity overpowered these feelings, allowing her to delve into conversation.
“How expensive is it?” The question earned her a little laugh of disbelief.
“Ten thousand royals.” The reply was curt but not impolite.
“That does sound like a lot.” Mallandrae observed, nodding her head as if she knew exactly how much ten thousand royals was worth. In truth, she hadn’t a clue. The number sounded big, so it must have been impressive, right?
Digging into a utility bag on her hip, tongue sticking out in concentration, Mallandrae pulled out a soft leather pouch. She carefully pulled the string, watching the knot unravel to open just enough for the coins inside to tip out and fall into her waiting hand. Five similar looking coins fell into her open palm. “What can this get me?”
“Oh, goodness! Nothing at my stall, I assure you. I possess nothing but the highest quality jewelry in all of Orlais.” And with that, the merchant turned pointedly away from Mallandrae. It made the elf huff incredulously.
Mallandrae placed the coinage in their rightful pockets, continuing her walk through the Orlesian capitol, no destination in mind. “What’s the point of having coins if I can’t buy anything? Fenedhis lasa. Not like I’d want to buy from such a rude lady. Though the necklace was pretty...”