Chapter 19 - 18: The Interdimensional Merchant’s Guide to Street Justice
Kael woke up. He stepped out of the inn, the morning sun warming his face. He adjusted the massive burlap sack slung over his shoulder—a sack that, if he was being honest, looked like it belonged to a deranged holiday spirit rather than an up-and-coming interdimensional merchant.
The moment he entered, a small bell jingled above the door.
THUD.
The sack hit the floor with a sound like a dying mammoth.
Lirra, the rabbit-eared shopkeeper, was halfway up a ladder, organizing a shelf of suspiciously labeled potions. She turned, blinked at the sack, then at Kael.
"You—" she pointed at the sack, then at him, then back again—"did you rob a noble’s laundry?"
"It’s my trade secret," he said with a grin. "So... wanna buy them or what?"
Kael had brought these from Martha’s house. Since Martha lived mostly alone, she had a lot of clothes at home. Also, most of the clothes here were her deceased husband’s, her granddaughter’s, and all the old clothes she and her son had.
Lirra cautiously peeled open the sack, as if expecting it to explode. Out tumbled faded jeans, flannel shirts, polka-dot dresses, and a sweater that might’ve been knitted by someone with a grudge against fashion.
"These aren’t just old," she said, picking up a scarf with a questionable smell. "They’re prehistoric. Did you mug a ghost?"
Kael chuckled. "You joke, but one of those shirts might be haunted. Adds value."