Charm her
From Create Your Own Story
You lean on the stall, your gaze drifting from the rations to the girl behind them. "You know," you say, voice smooth as you can make it, "I’ve faced many dangers on my way here, but none so disarming as a pretty face."
Her hands still against the counter. A flicker passes through her amber eyes before she looks away, cheeks blooming a delicate shade of red. "Flattery won’t get you a discount," she murmurs, though the corner of her lips betrays the ghost of a smile.
"Flattery? No, I speak only the truth," you counter, watching how she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly uncertain whether to stand her ground or take a step back. "I might be the hero of Analland, but I’d trade all my gold for just a moment more of your attention."
The stall owner bites her lip, glancing at the Sightmistress, then back to you. "You have an important quest ahead," she says, barely above a whisper. "Are you truly so eager to waste time on a simple village girl?"
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