Oh, the joys of the marketplaces of Sceptri Prime. There were three: the one for the few higher up citizens, the ones with the fresh fruits and the meat without flies; the one for those in the middle and the normal merchants, miners, and what-nots; and the black market, which Dev most frequently visited. Today, she was in the middle-class market, hoping to hawk a very special prize indeed. Only, she had know idea where to bring it.

The ginger pirate didn't need the package she was lugging around to look conspicuous. She looked every bit the wayward criminal she was, in a tight white tank-top, bright blue suspenders, and black shorts so short they barely covered what was necessary for decency. Her boots were knee-high and steel-soled and tipped. Most of he mid-afternoon shoppers in their sedate, normal clothes were staring just as much at her outfit as they were at what was slung over her shoulder, though that "most" were men. The attention didn't bother her. She wore what she wanted, no matter how strange, tight-fitting, or ill-colored. It made wearing clothes that much more bearable when she had complete creative freedom over her outfit.

Finally, she reached a leather retailer, which was in truth little more than an overgrown booth. The market was tight for space and not housed in as big a warehouse as the other two. With a grunt, she hefted her kill on top of the counter. The woman, whose nametag marked her as Miri, raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a Haubern skin."

"What the hell is a Haubern?"

"Obviously a big fucking lizard."

She rubbed the kinks out of her shoulder and side. The thing was about fifty pounds and she was a small girl. Lugging it the whole way had been tiring.

"Well, what do you want me to do with it?! Get it out of here!" Miri was getting a little miffed, apparently.

"Make wallets! Boots! Fuck, I don't know! I killed it, I skinned it, you can do the rest!"

As their voices rose, a small crowd began to gather.