As Archvel ventured into Red Copper Town, the guards at the entrance couldn't help but exchange a few murmurs amongst themselves.

One guard, younger and more animated, commented on Archvel's demeanor,

"He was calmer and more peaceful than many other dark mages that I have encountered."

The guard found it surprising that Archvel appeared to be unfamiliar with certain basic aspects of the town and its customs.

The other guard, older and more experienced, leaned casually against the gatepost, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

He responded to the younger guard's observations.

"They're a different breed, those mages," the older guard said and gave out a cold breath as he continued.

"Their ways of thinking are often beyond the comprehension of ordinary folk. It's best not to meddle too much in their affairs."

"As they are different and have different kinds of purposes, it brings out a lot of more different personalities."

"A man, a mage that looks kind, may be the one that carries a real threat to your life or others lives, and the one who looks evil and rude may have the kindest heart amongst them."

"When it comes to humans, there is never an exact type of human heart."

The younger guard nodded.

He understood the older guard's advice.

They continued their watchful duty, keeping a watchful eye on the comings and goings of the town.

Archvel, on the other hand, kept walking on the streets of the Red Copper Town. He asked a man about where he could sell the pelts and fur as well as the meat and learned that there was a place called Red Eye Hut.

"I should go there."

In less than ten minutes, Archvel found the place the man spoke about, and then he approached the tall woman at the counter, carefully carrying the pelts of the rabbit-wolf hybrids.

"Hi, I've come across these remarkable pelts of rabbit-wolf hybrids."

The woman looked up from her tasks, her eyes immediately drawn to the furs in Archvel's hands.

"Oh, may I have a closer look?"

Archvel nodded, gently unfurling the pelts and presenting them to the woman, who studied them with a discerning eye.

"Impressive quality, no doubt. These pelts are in excellent condition."

"These creatures you hunted are called Rabitskr and Rabitskrs in plural."

Archvel nodded. Not that he cared, but it is best for him to just pretend he cares about what the woman says about it.

"Yes, I took great care in obtaining them. The creatures put up quite a fight, but I managed to secure these pelts."

The woman's gaze shifted from the pelts to Archvel, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

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"You must be quite skilled."

Archvel chuckled modestly, humbled by her praise.

"Thank you."

The woman's gaze lingered on the pelts, her face thoughtful for a moment.

"These pelts are certainly valuable. They would be a great addition to my collection. Let's discuss a fair price."

Archvel nodded in agreement, ready to negotiate.

"I understand their worth. I believe they deserve a price that reflects their rarity and quality.

After some back-and-forth in terms of negotiation, they finally reached an agreement that satisfied both parties.

"Alright, considering the exceptional nature of these pelts, I'm prepared to offer you five dark silver coins. It's a fair price, don't you think?"

Archvel's eyes lit up with delight, pleased with the offer.

"That sounds more than fair. I accept your offer. Five dark silver coins it is."

With the deal sealed, the woman counted out the coins and handed them to Archvel, a smile playing on her lips.

Archvel gratefully accepted the coins.

"I appreciate your business."

With a final nod of appreciation, Archvel bid farewell to the woman and left the Red Eye Hut.

Archvel walked through the bustling streets of Red Copper Town, searching for a place to rest after his successful trade at the Red Eye Hut.

After some walking, he found a place called Black Beeer Inn and decided to spend time there.

As Archvel entered the inn, the warm aroma of hearty meals and the lively chatter of patrons filled the air.

The innkeeper, a stout and friendly individual, greeted him with a welcoming smile.

"Welcome, esteemed mage! Looking for a place to stay?"

Archvel nodded.

"Indeed, I could use a comfortable room for a week. How much would that cost?"

The innkeeper leaned on the counter, considering Archvel's request.

"For a week's stay, it'll be one dark silver coin. We've got some nice, cozy rooms available. Shall I reserve one for you?"

Archvel reached into his pocket, retrieving a dark silver coin and placing it on the counter.

"That sounds fair. Here's the payment for the week."

The innkeeper collected the coin with a nod of appreciation.

"Thank you. You won't be disappointed with our accommodations. Room number six is yours. Enjoy your stay!"

Archvel expressed his gratitude with a polite smile and headed towards the stairs.

As he settled into his room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

In the end, the room was not the best. It still beats hell out of sleeping on the outside in the wilderness.

He descended the stairs and made his way to the inn's dining area, where he was greeted by the aromas of sizzling meat and the clinking of tankards.

Archvel found a vacant table and seated himself.

The friendly waitress approached, ready to take his order.

"Good evening, sir. What can I get you?"

Archvel glanced at the menu, his mouth watering at the descriptions of hearty meals and refreshing beverages.

"I'll have a plate of meat, cooked medium, and a mug of your finest beer, please."

The waitress jotted down his order with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Coming right up. That'll be two copper coins, please."

Archvel reached into his coin pouch and handed her one dark silver coin.

The waitress stopped for a moment and then added.

"I will bring your change in a minute," she said, and then went back to the counter to pick up 18 copper coins and the food.

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"Thank you. Looking forward to the meal."

As Archvel waited for his food and drink to arrive, he soaked in the lively atmosphere of the inn.

The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and lively conversations surrounded him, creating a comforting ambiance.

Soon enough, the waitress returned with a steaming plate of tender meat and a frothy mug of beer.

Archvel's eyes lit up at the sight, and he wasted no time savoring the delicious flavors.

As he indulged in his meal, Archvel couldn't help but appreciate the satisfying combination of the well-cooked meat and the refreshing beer.

"It is good to relax from time to time." He thought as he drank his beer.