🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

"One hundred and fifty," the young man answered honestly. He wouldn't dare deceive Kir, of all people, at least not yet. "If you're afraid of eccentric couples, you might as well never go shopping, so I'll head there right away."

Kir handed over 160 rems, conveying with a glance that the extra ten was "for a drink, for buying and delivering the scroll." 

Arriving first at the port and then at the place he needed, Ushumgallu's eyes meet a foreign-looking man and woman: likely the very couple Kir mentioned... Or perhaps not?

The woman was tall, but not so tall that the grace of her femininity-filled figure would suffer. She had a large, but not enormous, chest — just right to please any man's gaze while avoiding criticism from those who despise so-called cows. Judging by her neat palms, hard labor was unfamiliar to her, and her perfectly matched makeup and accessories revealed someone who devoted great attention to her appearance. In her alluring eyes could be read a passionate desire — though not quite the kind found in the guild of the same name. The man, meanwhile, lacked ten centimeters to count himself among the ranks of proud two-meter Scribes, but he compensated for that small oversight of nature with a powerful build. It was evident from him that he was not only very strong but also extremely agile.
- Mister Gijo, I believe that even far beyond the borders of our homeland, those from Minjin should stick together.
Judging by how tightly the woman pressed herself against her interlocutor, her "sticking together" meant something slightly different from what one might think upon hearing those words.
- That is a common misconception, my mysterious lady. In truth, I was born in Hachimia, but the fact that I spent a significant part of my life in Minjin is true, so there is sense in your charming chirping. 
- Then...
The woman tried to bring her lips closer to her interlocutor's, but was stopped by his index finger. 
- But sticking together won't work for us, alas.
- W-why?..
- Because my anaconda is hungry for only one woman, and you are not her. Sorry. 
- ... !
A minute or so later, the woman leaves the location with a clearly visible shock on her face.