Post by Seigin Rystis on Jul 31, 2007 15:27:25 GMT -5
An old hume male desperately tries to keep the ancient looking scrolls on his small stand from being blown away by the desert winds. As he finally manages to weight them down with his arms, he greets passers-by in a friendly, yet tired tone. "Level One scrolls are 250 gil, Level Two are 550!"he exhales as the wind dies down a little.
