The girl laughed, but it wasn’t a good laugh for Daigan. It was a slightly haughty laugh. “I don’t need any help from someone like you,” she replied. “You couldn’t afford anything for me.”
Daigan lowered his gaze, and this time he left quickly. Any illusion of being a normal person had long since been shattered; he was as out of place here as ever. The people noticed, as well. Perhaps it was his messy black hair, or the dirt stains in it, or possibly his old, worn-out clothes. In any case, Edgeville and everyone in it were looking down on him.
Daigan wandered off in the direction the girl had pointed, and soon he spotted the general store among the buildings. The store was fairly silent, and Daigan rejoiced that finally he wouldn’t have to struggle against a crowd.
He walked into the store, and the shopkeeper greeted him at the door. “Goodday, sir,* the man said warmly. “What can I do you for?”
Daigan returned a smile. “I’m Alaric’s son,” he replied. “I’ve got a load of logs to sell.”
“Ah,” the man said with a nod. *We haven’t got any from ya in a long while! Let me check my list.”
The shopkeeper walked over to a nearby table, and then he scanned a piece of paper that lay on it. “Alright, we can give ya four pieces each.”
Daigan nearly dropped the bag he carried. “Four?” he exclaimed. “You always give us eight or nine!”
“No need to raise yer voice,” the man replied. “We’re having some trouble, and that’s what them logs are worth nowadays.”
“We need every gold piece we can get!” Daigan replied. He was burning inside; his father would never stand for such a drop in the price. It had been falling slightly, but not down by half!
“Look, that’s what we’ll give ya. Take it or leave it.”
Daigan gritted his teeth. His family desperately needed the money, but this was nearly robbery. He scowled, and said, “Fine, this time.” He tossed the bag of logs up onto the table and took the money. After that, he stormed out of the shop, fuming.
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