Oh, she should have had Penelope come along, but the lobsters were a spur-of-a-moment thing, and she was beginning to regret it.
"I haven't got all day, Ma'am," impatience tinged the trader's tone, and the second one bellowed a loud, mocking laugh, only seizing when Zavian sent him a murderous look.
"You know what?" Zavian reached forward and grabbed the lobsters, to which Neera squealed and backed away. "We'll take it. Do you have a bucket they can go inside?"
"I'm afraid people come with their own buckets, but I've got a leather bag I can fill with water for ya, but not strong to hold them for long. But those lobsters you picked are huge, so put them face down and let their tails hang out. I hope ya folk's places ain't far?" He asked while the other trader handed him the dusty bag.
"No, and thank you," Zavian answered, holding back a chuckle as Neera stared at the creatures as if he held baby dragons ready to spit fire on her at any moment.
