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Hope Froloss

"Huh?" Hope stopped mentally cataloging what he could see inside the cart (rusty shield, an apple, a bow sigh no string among other things) and looked at the merchant in confusion before realising what he had said. Hope shook his headed frantically, smiling in embarrassment. "Ah, no, no, although the pork sounds good." He said, flustered, still half looking in the cart. "I was just lo -"

Wait.

Hope's gaze came upon a pair of goggles and stayed there. It didn't look special (black leather straps with a small brass buckle to adjust its length along with grey rims) and one of the lenses (kinda like two roughly teardrop - shaped lenses with the pointy bits towards each other, like retro aviator goggles) was cracked, but it attracted him like housewives to a market sale.

"Actually, yes." Hope changed his sentence mid word, his gaze now focused entirely on the pair of goggles. "How much do those goggles cost?" He asked politely, gesturing towards the item he had mentioned. Best not to enrage the seller by behaving rudely. It might get the guy to not sell it to him or worse, increase the price.