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@Lyle Sebastielle ))
The markets of La'Marri were among Pippin's favourite places around town. The vendors were generally friendly and they always seemed to have something new every week. Among his favourite merchants were the sellers of magical tomes and trinkets, none of which he could actually afford, but enjoyed looking at anyway.
At present, the griffon was browsing through a stall filled with books; some of the books were magical, some mundane, all caught his eye in various ways. The merchant, however, wasn't exactly happy with casual browsers, and just watched on with an annoyed look on his face.
"If you're not going to buy anything, go pester someone else, birdy," he said bluntly, shooing the griffon away. Pippin mere rolled his eyes and set down the book he had been skimming through without a second thought. Some people just couldn't stand to let people browse without buying.
Walking away from the the rude bookseller's stand, Pippin paid no heed to the to the crowd in front of him as he silently called the man a
wâkadd, running into one of his fellow market-goers with a surprised squawk.
"
Tasainiâ wenwþ. Winia hatladw nag," the griffon said, in his surprise reverting to his native dialect of Gwinoddi.
