“If you aren’t spending any of that gold I smell in your pockets,” the Gnome said. “Then get lost, I don’t got all day.”
Owl and Raccoon looked at the list the Cunning-Woman gave them, and scanned the shelves.
“Hand that over. Cripes.” the Gnome snarled, snatching the list. He began filling a skin and ticking off the items with greasy pencil, grumbling and cursing as he did.
“That’s everything,” he said, “It’ll cost exactly what you’ve got. Hand the gold over and get lost, we’re closed.”
They paid and left, hoping to make it through the forest before dark.
Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers. Read more stories here.
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Like the idea of a fantasy world where you can still recognise everyday characters like the grumpy shopkeeper. Made me smile, good one.
Thanks for the read Iain.
I’m not sure I’d go back to grumpy gnome’s shop!
Hahah, no probably not. Thanks for the read.
Why take anything less than you can… great concept
Thanks Bjorn. Appreciate the read.
What a fun story. It makes me want to know what was on that list and what cunning woman will use it for.
Thanks, I kinda wish I knew as well. haaha.
Funny how the payment exactly matched what they had… ;-)
Pretty convenient, right? Thanks for stopping by.