Abenaki
09-21-07, 02:24 PM
Trade amongst the Kokopelli was a simply affair; two men, each with something to offer, met with one another and talked until each was happy with any particular arrangement. Furs were primarily traded for meat, bones for clay, fish for roots and vegetables. Trade was also primarily an inter-tribal affair, as individual clans openly shared their goods amongst themselves. In that sense, the concept of individual commerce, and in a greater sense the concept of money was a foreign one to Jada. Yet, as foreign as it was, the basic principle was easy enough to pick up on the fly...
Trade something in your possession for something in the possession of someone else...
And apparently everyone in the Radasanth Bazaar wanted the shiny metal trinkets, referred to as "gold pieces", that Jada had been slowly accumulating ever since his arrival...
He had discovered the Bazaar earlier that morning, purely by chance as he was exploring the ins and outs of the city streets to slake the intense thirst of his curiosity. Just how large the city really was, and just how many people lived there, and just what all those people did with their time were all things that Jada wanted to learn, wanted to understand. Stumbling upon the Bazaar had only served to intensify that curiosity however, and now in the mid of the afternoon Jada was still meandering in and out of buildings, and weaving his way between the open air markets that seemed to sprout right up from the city streets between them. The volume and variety of items on sale was astounding, and Jada poked through each individual shop with renewed interest.
Armors, weapons, tools, and a whole host of items Jada couldn't even identify, many crafted of materials he could not identify, surrounded him on all sides in the shop that currently held his interest. He was one of several people casually picking through the items displayed on tables and hanging from the wall. A few items grabbed his attention the most: a weapon that would seem to give a person claws, a round shield, a bow, and one item very familiar to him, a tomahawk.
Jada picked up the tomahawk and held it carefully, feeling the weight of it, balancing the weapon as he turned it over in his hands and admired the polish and craftsmanship in the metallic head. Axe heads amongst the Kokopelli were normally crafted from slate or some other form of shale stone. The warrior quickly found himself falling in love with the weapon the longer he held it in his hands.
Just walk up to the counter and set it down. Jada said to himself. You've seen people doing it all day.
There was a nervous twinge in the young warriors gut as he approached the counter at the front of the shop and set the fine tomahawk on the flat wood surface. On the counter next to him was a line of different metallic slugs, each polished to a different shine, each with a tag attached to it. Leaning in close Jada poured over each slug until he found one made of the same material as the tomahawk.
"Ste-el" He sounded out the word on the tag. The word itself meant nothing to him, but he decided that it must mean something. Glancing around he searched for the person who usually seemed to come forward whenever someone set something on the counter...
Trade something in your possession for something in the possession of someone else...
And apparently everyone in the Radasanth Bazaar wanted the shiny metal trinkets, referred to as "gold pieces", that Jada had been slowly accumulating ever since his arrival...
He had discovered the Bazaar earlier that morning, purely by chance as he was exploring the ins and outs of the city streets to slake the intense thirst of his curiosity. Just how large the city really was, and just how many people lived there, and just what all those people did with their time were all things that Jada wanted to learn, wanted to understand. Stumbling upon the Bazaar had only served to intensify that curiosity however, and now in the mid of the afternoon Jada was still meandering in and out of buildings, and weaving his way between the open air markets that seemed to sprout right up from the city streets between them. The volume and variety of items on sale was astounding, and Jada poked through each individual shop with renewed interest.
Armors, weapons, tools, and a whole host of items Jada couldn't even identify, many crafted of materials he could not identify, surrounded him on all sides in the shop that currently held his interest. He was one of several people casually picking through the items displayed on tables and hanging from the wall. A few items grabbed his attention the most: a weapon that would seem to give a person claws, a round shield, a bow, and one item very familiar to him, a tomahawk.
Jada picked up the tomahawk and held it carefully, feeling the weight of it, balancing the weapon as he turned it over in his hands and admired the polish and craftsmanship in the metallic head. Axe heads amongst the Kokopelli were normally crafted from slate or some other form of shale stone. The warrior quickly found himself falling in love with the weapon the longer he held it in his hands.
Just walk up to the counter and set it down. Jada said to himself. You've seen people doing it all day.
There was a nervous twinge in the young warriors gut as he approached the counter at the front of the shop and set the fine tomahawk on the flat wood surface. On the counter next to him was a line of different metallic slugs, each polished to a different shine, each with a tag attached to it. Leaning in close Jada poured over each slug until he found one made of the same material as the tomahawk.
"Ste-el" He sounded out the word on the tag. The word itself meant nothing to him, but he decided that it must mean something. Glancing around he searched for the person who usually seemed to come forward whenever someone set something on the counter...