"Does it not look like Aerith?"
"I do not know, Master."
"It does."
The wooden figurine was truly just that, a wooden figurine. But it was clear to everyone who could see it that it was created by a master craftsman, as even though the figurine was just the size of a normal human hand, one could actually see the details of each fold of the figurine's dress; one could even see a hint of eyelashes if they wished to see it.
But of course, there was truly only so much detail one could put in a figurine the size of a hand — and the face sculpted could be the face of anyone.
But for Riley, who had memorized each and every pore on Aerith's body, it was as clear as day to him that the figurine was a mold of Aerith.
"I would like to buy this, vendor."
"Ah, of course! The statue of Lady Irene," the vendor clasped his hands together as he looked at Riley, "It is a very popular item and that is the only one left, so it is worth 5 coppers."
