Cashew: I genuinely thought you never got Customers and this Business was on the verge of shutting down.
Store Owner: Fuck you!
The Woman was still close enough to hear this exchange and giggled again before leaving to continue on with her day, both Cashew and the Store Owner heard it.
Cashew turned to look at her direction before focusing completely on the store owner.
Cashew: I got 6 years worth of animal pelts varying from foxes to wolves to boars and Deer. How much animal pelt would you be interested in buying?
Store Owner: Not 6 years worth of animal pelts! Maybe a month worth of animal pelts at most.
Cashew: Boo! Why not buy all of it? Where can I sell animal pelts?
Store Owner: What kind of person in this village would buy animal pelts? A Carpenter might. But he definitely won't buy more than me. Maybe 5 deer pelts. You could sell it to clothiers in a big city with plenty of nobles and Royalty. This village has a clothier, but with no customers of nobility, it would be a waste.
Cashew: Ugh, fine.
Cashew backed away and opened his Orbs Pocket Dimension, the shop was suddenly filled with the sound of squishy flesh being hit repeatedly and frightened Sobbing, Billie Nelson the Stone Golem was repeatedly punching the Scarred Sex Offender, who was lying on the ground, motionless, his leg slightly twitching and his limbs shooting up slightly with each punch.
The Jolly Sex Offender was hiding in the front left corner, sitting in a puddle of his own urine, Sobbing uncontrollably, weirdly enough, his Right Hand was still in his pants performing a back and fourth motion, even as he sits in a puddle of urine and scared for his life.
Seeing the portal open,the Jolly Sex Offender immediately got up and rushed outside, thinking he has been saved, his hand still in his pants. But as he got out, Billie Nelson reached over and grabbed him by the shoulder, dragging him back Into the Pocket Dimension.
Jolly Sex Offender: No... No! Please...
He was dragged back into the Pocket Dimension and Billie Nelson started punching him repeatedly in the face instead.
Cashew stepped into the Pocket Dimension and walked over to his pile of animal Pelts, avoiding the body of the Scarred Sex Offender and carried 20 of the pelts out, closing the Pocket Dimension behind him, he found the Store Owner staring at him when he looked in his direction.
Cashew: ...
Store Owner: ...
Cashew: Is there an issue?
Store Owner: that depends. Are you planning to spill blood all over my store and merchandise?
Cashew: No. I'm not planning to.
Store Owner: Then no. No problems, it's your business, not mine.
Cashew: Ok, look at these pelts and give me a price.
Cashew put the Animal Pelts on the floor next to the store owner, who examined them closely, one by one.
Store Owner: Total price I'd be willing to pay is 34 Silver Coins.
Cashew: 34 Silver Coins?! Are they in good condition?
Store Owner: Meh. They aren't in bad condition. Why?
Cashew: Are animal pelts worth more than Crystals?
Store Owner: HA! No. Unless you're talking about the really small crystals that can only be used for Enchanting, then no. The type of Crystals that would be used for Mana Crystals for example can be 30-40 Silver Coins for 1. Why?
Cashew: The Old Man downstairs bought my crystals for 3 Silver Coins per Crystal and a year ago, 6 Silver Coins per Crystal.
The Store Owner had a pained expression hearing that number.
Store Owner: Oh... He ripped you off, badly.
Cashew: He charged me 20 Silver Coins for making me an Orb, was that a rip off too?
Cashew pulled out his Orb as he said that, raising it so the Store Owner can see.
Store Owner: Actually, that's not a bad price. 20 Silver Coins? Last time he made an Orb, he charged the poor fellow 300 Silver Coins. He ripped you off, but he gave you a discount, so I guess it evens out.
Cashew: Sigh .. fine. I'll take my 34 Silver Coins and ask you if you wanna buy more animal pelts.
Store Owner: Here's your Coin and no. I'm not buying more. Anything else?
Cashew: Do you sell clothes? Pants and a shirt, more specifically?
Store Owner: Can't you go to a Clothier for that?
Cashew: I'm small and young still. I don't know how much more I'm gonna grow.
Cashew currently was a little less than 4 feet tall, a little small for his age, but not too bad. Considering how big his parents were, you'd expect him to be very tall.
Store Owner: I can sell you some adult woman clothes. But that's the smallest I got.
Cashew: That's fine.
10 minutes later, Cashew walked out of the store with his cloak closed and hood up, he recast the Illusion spell to make him less noticable and immediately bolted down the street, heading back to the gate and outside the village.
The people in the village didn't notice him running and he eventually reached the guard gate, bolting outside, the guards noticed him immediately and shouted for Cashew to stop, which he didnt listen.
As Cashew was Running, he eventually heard hoofs clacking against the cobblestone road, turning around, he noticed that a guard in Horseback was chasing him and catching up fast.
When Cashew first consumed Dragon Meat, he felt himself become really fast, able to run from his cabin to the village gate in less than 10 minutes. However, as time went on, that ability gradually weakened and while he's still a fast runner, faster than an adult, he's not faster than a horse.
Not wanting to be caught, Cashew bolted into the forest, not taking a trail and running directly on the forest ground, the guard and Horseback followed him.
Cashew was actually faster off the trail than he was on the trail, stepping on tree roots and launching himself farther than a normal step, occasionally pushing himself off of trees when he needed and moving faster, but it was still no match for the guard on Horseback, who eventually caught up and Grabbed Cashew by the collar, still on the back of his horse.
Guard: Got you, you little shit!
Cashew struggled and struggled, the guard never put him down, turning the horse around and still holding Cashew by the back of his shirt collar like he was a feral cat. Cashew was still wearing his old and almost too small clothes and not the new ones he bought. Cashew could slightly feel his old shirt ripping as the guard held him.
"Damn, looks like I might lose the cloak, but maybe I can get away if I make the rip bigger." Cashew thought to himself, struggling harder and making the rip larger, but right when he thought he was gonna get free, the guard set Cashew on the horse in front of him and forcibly grabbed cashews hands, throwing a pair of shackles on them and holding the shackles chain instead.
Guard: You think I didn't notice your shirt ripping? You're not getting away this time. It's a shame, though. So young and already a criminal.
The guard slowly turned the horse and started heading to Clorilwood.
Cashew decided to try and use magic, maybe if he can kill the horse, he can get away, he opened his palm and started to create an Ice Spike, but it failed, the spell started halfway and failed, the projectile exploding lightly.
Guard: You can use magic? Damn. You had a real bright future, just head to Ravill and join the military, then you'd be set for life, but you just had to resort to crime... I'm glad I brought the magic restraining shackles, though. I grabbed them because I was in a hurry and they were the only ones out. Lucky choice for me.
The Horse slowly walked back to the cobblestone road, then slowly headed back to Clorilwood. Cashew kept trying to escape, but was stopped every time. He had no luck whatsoever.
They eventually reached the village gates again and Cashew tried one more time to escape, with no avail. Temporarily giving up, Cashew Pulled his cloaks hood back over his head. Which the guard didn't stop him from doing.
Guard: take the kid. He can use magic, so be careful.
Guard #1: Magic? Oh, you were real lucky with the shackles you grabbed.
The second guard said as he picked Cashew up and dragged him to the guard tower, throwing him into a cell and not taking the shackles off. Locking the cell door.
Cashew landed on the floor and stayed down, clutching his head for a moment and sat up, the guard was long gone by then.
Unknown voice: Damn. A kid? Heh, gotta start young, huh?
Cashew looked around, not knowing where the voice came from, then realized he wasn't alone in the cell.
In the corner on a bench sat a young looking woman with grey hair, ragged pants and no shirt, just bandages covering her chest.
Prisoner woman: Hey Kid, what are you in here for?
Cashew: For fun? I don't know.
Prisoner Woman: Ha! Yeah, I guess I'm here for fun too. This place is pretty corrupt, after all.
Cashew took a moment and looked around the cell, it wasn't a small cell, maybe 4 meters wide, 3 meters deep, and the Prisoner Woman wasn't the only other person in here. There was another woman asleep on the first woman's shoulder. She had black hair that went down to her jaw and was wearing ragged pants and a ragged shirt. She looked even younger than the first one, probably not even 18 yet.
In the corner on the floor next to the bench sat a man, he was heavy set with a big gut and short black hair. He was completely naked aside from undergarments and he was soaked in sweat. He looked miserable. Looking back to the first Prisoner Woman who had just bandages on her chest, her upper body had sweat on it too, although not as bad as the guy. This made Cashew realize this cell is decently hot.
Across from the two women and the guy sat another man, who was laying on the bench with his forearm over his eyes, his shirt was off too and covered in sweat. He was blonde and looked miserable. On the other side of that bench in the corner Sat another woman, she was curled into a ball rocking herself back and fourth, muttering about how this can't be happening. She had blonde hair tied in a messy high pony tail and her face was red, presumably from crying. Cashew looked at her the longest.
The first Prisoner Woman noticed Cashew staring and laughed.
Prisoner Woman: she's been here for a few hours and she's been like that the whole time. Don't know her story or her name, so we just leave her alone.
After speaking to them for a few minutes, Cashew learned that the woman with gray hair was named Ellie, the woman with short black hair was named Yora, the chunky man was named Silvr, the other man was named Lucky, and the blonde woman was still crying.
Ellie: So, you got the Magic sealing shackles on? That means you know magi-
As Ellie was speaking, Yora stirred in her sleep and muttered things Cashew was too far to hear, Yora suddenly reached for Ellie's chest and groped her, Ellie had no reaction beyond looking at Yora's hand.
Yora: Mm.. feels nice...