Chapter 19: Haggling and Hygiene ( 19 )
"Oi, Shitman, let's go."
"Huh? Where to?" I tilted my head, clutching my precious pouch of coins.
"Remember? You wanted to buy cheap clothes, right? Crazy guy," Zaben said with a grin.
"Oh, right! I forgot." I jumped to my feet, holding up the pouch triumphantly. "Ehehe! Clothes and pants! Let's go!"
The others laughed as we started walking. Zaben smirked. "Hope you're ready to haggle, Shitman. Those second-hand sellers? They'll smell your new-money aura a mile away."
"New-money aura?! I'm just trying to cover my butt!"
"Then you better hold on to that pouch tight," Biston chimed in, cracking a grin. "You'll need every copper, Shitman."
I clutched the pouch closer to my chest. "Don't jinx me, man! This is a sacred moment!"
Off we went to the marketplace in search of the finest (or, let's be honest, the cheapest) second-hand clothes this capital city had to offer.
"Old man! We bring you a customer!" Zaben hollered as we entered the shop.
From behind a pile of clothes, an old man with a wrinkled face and an apron appeared, squinting at me. "Oho~ What's this? A Shitman looking for some threads?"