Carrot and Stick – The Stalky

"N-na! Silver counteth'rfeiting ye sayeth?!"

More words she couldn't let out any more, for an agape look blocked them from coming out—only one phrase though that she was able to let out as well loudly. A shaken look upon her now-less-tired face was now made up a lot of her disturbed composure once quite a finding had been told… a finding that she just heard hit her quite hard that she couldn't help but to not buy it,

Putting on, therefore, later amongst the fallen orange and red leaves, after the quick surprise, a face of skepticism. Her forehead, decorated with a brass circlet, frowned slightly, trying to deny what she just heard from the man who walked a few steps in front—leading her way deeper into the autumn forest—after all, what the man just told was nothing more than his own assumption… though this one was not without a baseline,