Surpassing the gates of a town called Leakage is pretty, young half elven man. He stands at about 1,65 meters or 5'4'', wearing tight leather armor tailored to his slender frame and copying the green and brown shades of the forest. You are this man.

Upon entering the town, you are greeted by loud calls and shouts across the roads by merchants advertising their goods and villagers annoyed by the shouting merchants. You are a little bit surprised by the intensity in such late hours, since the sun is already going down but decide not to overthink it for now.

You've been travelling for quite a while and could use some good food seeing that your provisions are running low. So you try making out a fitting booth. As the perceptive ranger that you boast yourself to be, you naturally spot what you were looking for:

Behind a wooden, makeshift booth stands a middle aged dwarven woman (though you're not sure what "middle aged" means in the context of dwarves). She already busy wrapping up her fishy goods when you guickly approach. You haven't socialized in quite some time so you're a tad bit rusty:

"Greetings, good lady! May I bother you kindly for a late chance to get hold of your fine goods?"

The puzzled look on the dwarf's face makes you think you might have overdone it a little bit.

"S-sure, hun. But please do me a favor and choose from those that are still presented and don't make me dig up the ones I already put away, will ya?"

"Sure! Sure! Just give me 3 of these please." - you say as you point towards a basket of cooked basses.

"Alright, that'll be 2 gold each." - she answers with a polite smile on her face. You can see she's tired from the long day of work but appreciate her still putting on a kind face.

"Oh, okay. That's a bit more than I expec-" - you notice you don't have enough.

You continue: "Good lady, I'm afraid I don't have quite enough gold, only 1 and 4 silver..."