Ethan and Bettie walked around the camp area for a bit longer, moving between clusters of students who had set up makeshift trading posts around their tents.
Naturally, Ethan attracted a handful of people who approached one by one with what they claimed were "special wares for sale."
A Belsorth student tried to sell him a "lucky coin" that supposedly increased your chances of finding good fortune. Price? Two gold grits.
A Mallory student showed him a set of "enchanted quills" that wrote faster than normal quills. Price? It was 80 silver for one and one gold for the set.
But the worst offender was some Mallory guy who tried to sell an enchanted mirror that made you look glamorous when you gazed into it. He wanted ten whole gold grits for it.
Ethan had stared at the mirror, then at the guy, then back at the mirror.
"Ten gold grits," Ethan repeated slowly.
"It's enchanted," the guy insisted with a straight face. "It makes you look good in a mirror. It's a steal, honestly."
