This place was absolutely infuriating.
Lonely Bird pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his foot impatiently, ready to slam his hand on the table and be done with this business. He needed the money though and while the jewelry wasn't extravagant, it was worth something and from his gauge old-ish. A few hundred was old for humans right?
"Look," He started, looking at the stoney-faced older woman with her arms crossed across from him, "I just want to sell the necklace and be on my way - Do you want to buy it?" The old woman looked him over and he rose his eyebrows and gave her a tight smile - her eyes lingered on his forehead before she looked at the necklace again.
Lonely Bird was a handsome androgynous looking man, with long pale near white hair, rosy cheeks and plush pink lips. A silvery crescent shaped marking on his forehead that looked like it was placed on there and slightly unnatural was the thing that stood out the most. Lonely Bird stood up on his tiptoes so his eyes would be where his forehead previously was and he smiled at the lady again, "So? What do you think? 500 gold?"
The lady look appalled and offended, "500!? 200."
Sweet. "450," Lonely Bird countered, moving his hand to take the necklace back, he shifted his shoulder so the collar of his shirt opened, revealing his pale neck and the hollow of his throat, "350." The woman countered, frowning at that pale exposed neck.
"You got yourself a deal," Lonely Bird sighed like he'd been defeated, giving a longing look at the necklace before the woman counted out the proper amount of money and handed it over. "Pleasure doing business with you, ma'am," He said, looking a little sad that he had to sell the necklace. Tucking some of the money away, he turned away from the stall before whistling lowly and looking at the rest.
Maybe he'd get himself a nice new coat.
Lonely Bird continued to walk, face down and looking down at his hands when he felt his foot collide with something before his balance was thrown off and his hands went out to get purchase on the thing he walked into. "Hey!" Lonely Bird started, his expression sour and angry before he tamped it down, "Do you... Know where a good place to get a coat made is?" That was what polite people did, right?
It was easier to just be mean though.