A small woman stands in the bustling streets of the Bazaar, her hands cradling her prize. A single amber eye scans the busy streets as people pass her by. She takes a moment to gather up her courage, and she shouts into the throng:
"I have a wristcuff for trade! It is jeweled, and it's very pretty!"
For a moment, the bustling bazaar halts as the closest men and women turn to regard her. A single moment that seems to last a lifetime for her. The woman seems to shrink into herself as eyes fall on her, and she instinctively covers the scar that run across her right eye - the one closed to light forever - with her hand.
With a trembling voice, she speaks once again - though much lighter:
"I seek daggers, shields, rings, necklaces and belts of special metals. I also seek clothing that I saw a pirate woman wearing - she seemed to move deftly and yet parry blows of adventurous men."
She looks around for anyone willing to take on her offer.