Rylan wandered from the inn, where he was working. After playng the lute for a good hour, earning enough gold pieces for some jars of preserved sauces, a new shirt, and some other trinkets.
He entered the market, biding his time as he observed each stall and it's prices. A nice stand with some jars of honey caught his attention. He approached it, picking up a jar of honey.
"Looking to buy?" The vendor asked. Rylan looked up at the man. "Yes," he said with a smile. "How much is this?"
The vendor scurried over, pulling a glass monacle from his pocket and carefully eying the jar. "I'd say......10 coins."
Rylan thought it over, than nodded and pulled ten gold from his coin purse. "There you go," he said.
The vendor fingered through the money before slipping it in his pocket.
"If you're interested," he said as Rylan began to leave. "I have se excellent eggplants. Ripest in the square, maybe even in the area. He'll, they're the ripest in all of Arca."