I follow her and smile when I see the stall. It's a simple stall, but it's got a lot of little trinkets and things. Which is not something that particularly narrows down the stalls in this area, but...
These are...
A bit more wood whittled and I suppose vaguely male-targeted. As far as such marketing styles exist in this world. They're not exactly slathered in blue and camo, but they're the sorts of things that might have been in another world.
Or. Maybe that's just my mind playing tricks on me, living in this world long enough to recognize what's favored by men and women without...
There actually being so much of a distinction here.
It's really quite difficult to say in the moment.
Further, it's not immediately clear to me what catches her eye at this particular stall, but she walks with purpose.
She picks up a small wooden figure, about the size of her hand. It's crudely carved into the shape of a swordsman and painted in garish colors.
