⚔️Serberia

With every word the hunter spoke, Ilva's mind filled with fear. She would certainly not see any more flowers for her signature dish. Bloodthirsty harpies, stone monsters like the golem that Reynold had told her about – it was all too much. At this rate, they would soon be completely trapped in this village. It was all very, very untimely.
But then, to the girl's surprise, Veserod had picked up a few flowers along the way.
"Oh, these are exactly what I need!" Ilva exclaimed, barely containing her joy. "If you don't mind, I'd be happy to take them, no, buy them from you!" She reached for her pouch with her meager savings. And then she thought that she didn't know the price of the plants at all. "Um, twenty celics each, is that enough? Or thirty...?" she mumbled guiltily.