OOC: To be fair, they did have to walk through the village to get there. He could have simply paid attention the buildings they went past. IC: Salamander Salamander walked towards the Lavapool Inn for a while, turning onto a side street when it came into view. He had seen a shop on the way to the stadium that had caught his attention. "There it is." The shop was small and shabby, with a sign next to it saying "Trinkets" in faded letters. Salamander browsed through the odd assortment of objects until one in particular caught his eye. With a bright yellow hue, it seemed to call out to him. Calling it fate, Salamanderpicked it up and asked the shopkeeper how much it cost. Eyeing the strange object with a practiced eye, the Matoran replied in a weedy voice. "15 widgets." Salamander weighed the object in his hand, as if he could tell how much it was really worth by its weight alone. After a moment, he seemed to come to a decision. "I'll pay 8 widgets for it." He knew he was still paying more than the object was worth, but he didn't really feel like haggling for a lower price. Sure enough, the shopkeeper was thrilled that Salamander was still willing to pay so much for the object, and eagerly took the money Salamander proffered. Salamander walked away, satisfied with his purchase. After a moment of looking at it, he stuffed it into one of his pockets. OOC: Open for interaction