I woke up early to prepare for the arrival of the peddler. As I assisted in filling up the cart with the bountiful harvest of crops, I made sure to grab the pouch containing the payment he had received from crafting the hammock. It amounted to approximately 100 copper glint. Once everything was in order, I made my way towards the bustling center of the village where the peddler was set to showcase his wares. 

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1000 copper = 1 silver glint

100 silver = 1 gold glint

10 gold = 1 platinum glint

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Ethan: Erk... Hippo?

My eyes fell upon a peculiar sight—a beast carriage. It was a remarkable contraption; unlike anything I had ever seen before. Its large, round eyes exuded a gentle demeanor. The creature's back was adorned with a sturdy, hard shell, providing a stable platform for the carriage. A delightful detail caught my attention—the creature's cute, round tail. It swayed gently from side to side, adding a touch of playfulness to its.

As the peddler engaged in negotiations with the other villagers, I approached the stall and began to browse through the various items on display. There were colorful pieces of cloth, sturdy leather materials, fresh cuts of meat, everyday household items, and a selection of basic herbs. Among the neatly arranged jars, my eyes caught sight of some dried yellow herbs that emitted a familiar scent, reminiscent of the tea leaves I used to know from his time on Earth. 

Mr. Quinto: Ah, those are dried herbs called Crea, my young friend. They're known for aiding digestion and release fatigue, though they do have a slightly bitter taste. 

Then my gaze shifted and I noticed the colorful bottles of painting material nearby.

Ethan: Hey, Is it some kind of paint?

Mr. Quinto: Ah, you have a sharp eye, young one! Indeed, it is paint.

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Ethan: Don’t you having a hard time selling them?

Mr. Quinto: Well, you see, not many people have taken up the paint. Most of them prefer practical items or food supplies.

Ethan: How much is it?

Mr Quinto: It's 50 coppers per bottle.

I turned to Mr. Quinto and asked if he would be interested in purchasing his woodwork.

Ethan: Well, I was thinking of selling this. Would you be interested in buying one? …

Mr. Quito: (Examining the carvings) You've got quite the talent.

Mr. Quinto: I'll give you 250 coppers for both. Deal?

Ethan: Hey, Mr., I’ll buy three bottles of the paint and two jars of the herb 220 copper for the whole lot. What do you say?

Mr. Quinto: You drive a hard bargain, young man! But I think we have a deal. Here's your payment.

I grinned, and pleased with the successful transaction, and carefully pocketed the coins. I couldn't wait to use the painting materials and try out the new herbs I had acquired.

Ethan: Do you sell writing tools?

Mr. Quinto: (chuckled) Writing tools can be quite expensive, you see. The cost of parchment, ink, and quills can add up quickly. Not everyone in the village can afford such items.

Ethan: (eyes widened with curiosity) But why are they so expensive?

Mr. Quinto explained the demand for writing materials is not as high as other goods, and their production requires special resources. Additionally, they have various uses beyond simple writing. For instance, they are often used for creating magic scrolls and enhancing magical tools. That increases their value significantly. I nodded, understanding the reasons behind the high cost.

Ethan: I see. So, they are considered more of a luxury item for those who can afford it.

Perhaps, in this fantasy land, the concept of pencils or pens, like those on Earth, didn't exist. The ink and parchment used for writing might be crafted from rare and special resources, as Mr. Quinto had mentioned. My mind whirled with curiosity as he imagined the unique materials that could be used to create the ink and parchment.

Mr. Quinto: If you're willing, I would be delighted to see more of your creations when I visit the village next time.

My face lit up with a wide smile as I eagerly nodded in agreement.

Ethan: Then... I'll make sure to have four pieces ready for you to see next time.

Mr. Quinto approached the other villager, his curiosity piqued by the young boy who had recently made a deal with him. The villager's face lit up with recognition as he confirmed that the boy was indeed Ethan, the son of Travis. Excitedly, the villager revealed that Ethan was the talented boy, he made the swing that had become a popular spot in the village, and he pointed Mr. Quinto to the exact location where it could be found.