Hanging Tree
Khajiit's Hanging Tree
You've been wandering the lands of Demons for a while now. Who knows why. Maybe you had some business with the King, or maybe you came to look at the ones ready to leave the pride with someone strong. On your way out of the temple you saw a very weird tree, with many trinkets hanging over it and quite a lot of creatures of all kinds huddled or playing together. When you came closer to investigate a small cub jumped out from under the tree.
"HI! I'm Ihy! Did you come to buy something?" Her bright opal stare felt as if she was drilling holes in you. Slowly, you nodded. "GREAT! King brings a lot of weird things here to be sold. And animals. So, so many animals. You would think they would rather stay away from him knowing that he could kill them without blinking."
She bounced around you while you were walking closer to the tree to take a look. Then, she plopped down, and left you to browse through what was available.
When you were finished you came back to her.
"So, did you find anything you like? I know the prices might seem high, but we have lionesses that go to snoop on other kings and tell us their prices, then we put the same things at lower price. But you know, we can bargain, lower something more..." She seemed to be deep in thought, which made you think she might be older than she looks.
"Or, I could be swayed by other items. My king has a list of things he is always looking for, he left it somewhere in here..." She rummaged around and then, with triumphal 'AHA!', shoved one of those weird papyrus scrolls you saw once in one of the temples of Old Gods into your face.
"Most is here! Of course, those are the items that will sway the king in your favor. As for me... Pretty flowers or nice decorations would also work. And something that king calls 'Backgrounds' would be nice too. Just make sure the trade is fair, or I will decline."
If none of the items here strike your fancy - I have other things for sale in Trading Center so check it out, maybe you'll find something you fancy.
