“Plans for the future”

“Thank you, Uncle Salesman~!”

I exited the shop with a nice bag full of gold coins.

With my funds secured I started running around the town’s market.

“Look, look! Can I buy this doll? Can I? Can I?”

“S-sorry, we b-better buy something else…” The dwarf reacted to my provocations the way I wanted to see.

With every rejected ‘necessary for me’ thing I was more and more saddened. Up to the point when this amiable dwarf-grandpa could no longer bear to reject my requests.

Then, the actual shopping spree began.

“W-will this be of use to you…?” I made shy expression and showed a bunch of jars.

“Yes, of course…” He could only accept it.

The same was done with a number of ropes, clothes, some oil, wood planks, a large crate of iron nails, glowing powder, three teleportation scrolls, food, water, hay, and soft pillow. As well as two cute dresses, and three dolls and stuffed animals. The latter ones are to avoid suspicion about of my plans.

“What in the God’s name is this…?” (S)

“Why…? Just why…?” (W)

“Sorry, brothers, I couldn’t refuse her… She wanted the dolls so much…” (B)

“Are those the dolls…?” (P)

“And she wanted to buy us something useful…” (B)

“A crate of nails…?” (S)

“O-onee-chan… do you n-not… uu… need… ugh… t-them…?” I whimpered and prepared to cry.

“O-o-of c-course w-we w-would need them! T-thank you… s-so much~?” (S)

After that I paid a visit to the clerk I encountered back then, and after a gentle persuasion, the bloody pulp agreed to give the caravaneers three requests to deliver goods.

For an unexpectedly good reward.