They haggle for a bit, but Ora is right, she's not getting a better deal than what the owner said first up. this is an organised trader in a competitive market. The prices she's put down are the prices she's sticking to.<br/>The owner pulls the supplies from the shelf and hands them over in exchange for the shells.<br/>She counts them and then bites into one of them, trying to make sure of their authenticity -  apparently satisfied with the quality of the shells, she nodded, and let Ora go with them.<br/><br/>It's a map in good condition, that she managed to get her hands on, in colour and everything... Ora isn't sure of the scale and quality of the cartographer's work though... and it only detailed the city streets itself. (And she was sure she'd seen more alleyways than were indicated, but all in all, its reduced accuracy made it vastly more easy to understand the city street layouts (The layout of a Village was always changing as new occupants changed the layout of their individual buildings) And she was absolutely sure that everything outside of the gates was simplified bullshit useful to no woman... But this - she could work with this.<br/><br/>She looks at the map and decides that perhaps a trip to the Blacksmith at the end of restaurant alley and by the lake might be in order.<br/><br/>As she leaves, she can still see the angry looking scout, still loitering around the front entrance... whatever that was about clearly isn't over yet, but it doesn't seem like she's going to be any trouble at the moment.