Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44388851-20200131010709/@comment-109.161.168.250-20200131041059

Denis swished his tail nervously in the market, selling the last of the treasures that he could scavenge from his own shipwreck. He knew the secretest places where it was hidden, so he could reach it before any other merfolk. "This one'll sell for 10 sand dollars and 20 shell chips," he told the little boy who had asked for a butter knife. He was thin and his eyes were sunken. He counted his money and gulped.

-Lady Sassyfur