Better sell something.

Looking through your things you decide the obvious choice is to try to sell the comb. “Not like I have any hair anyway, you laugh and rub your head. But that is when something surprises you. You have short stubble on your head. Pulling at it, you realize while you started out bald, over the last months that you have had this body your hair has been slowly growing. It is now just about a half inch or so all over your head. Quickly you feel yourself up all over, but you don't find any other hair. Your body is still nice and smooth. “Cool I wonder what color it is?” Pulling the mirror you check yourself out. With a smile you see you have pretty light blond hair all over your head. For now it is little more than a buzz cut style, a little longer you'd say, but very short. Looking yourself over you can't help but decide you are fucking hot. “Ya I'd fuck that.” You laugh inappropriately, and give your ass a slap. “Well shit, I guess I might need the comb after all. Looking over everything you have, you decide the one thing you really don't like is the hand crossbow. What you really want is a gun, and the single shot of the small crossbow just isn't all that impressive, especially since the man that trained you didn't even bother to defend himself from it, so it must not be all that deadly.

Looking around the city, you eventually find a shop that sells weapons and things. Heading in you see all sorts of things, some pretty impressive, others rather ordinary. Walking up to the well built reddish skinned man with short wiry black hair and a thin mustache. “Can I get you something miss?” He asks as you approach. As he talks you can't help but be sure he isn't speaking in any language you have ever heard, but your mind seems to translate it for you as it hits your brain.

“Actually I have something for you.” You answer, realizing half way through the sentence that you said it in his language. Pulling the hand crossbow, and removing the quiver and bolts, you set them on the table he was standing by.

He looks it over for several minutes, even pulling out some kind of little wand like item and pointing at it. “Looks pretty nice. Magic, but not that powerful, I suppose I could find a buyer. How about 60 gold.”

Reading him you are pretty sure he will go higher. “That is a pretty low ball offer, I was thinking more like 100 gold.”

He scratches his chin. “I won't get much more than that really, I suppose I could go a little higher, 75gold.”

Flashing him a smile, “Oh, come on, you can do a little better. 85.”

He finally shrugs. “You won't let up will you. All right I'll go as high as 80 gold. But that is my final offer.”

With no idea how much it is really worth, you just have to trust your instincts. “Fine, you win. I'll take it.” He opens a strong box and counts out 80 small gold coins and hands them to you. With no other place to put them, you tuck them into your backpack, most at the bottom in the little box full of tinder, with a few up top for easier access.

With some money in your pocket, you decide the next best thing to find is food and a place to rest. Walking around the city, taking in all the sights, you start to feel at home in your skin for the first time. As the day marches on and the sun begins to set, you find a very nice looking inn that has a sign that proclaims comfortable rooms for rent. Walking in, you find a rather opulent looking hall that is flanked on either side by grand staircases to a balcony above with several chairs and couches where finely dressed men and women lounge with very scantly clad and very beautiful women fanning them with large feather fans. They are sipping wine and listening to another lovely girl playing a harp. As you walk up to a young and handsome man with golden hair and slightly gold tinted skin wearing fine white silk clothing with gold and red embroidery is standing behind a desk with a large book sitting in front of him. As you approach he smiles a warm smile and says, “Hello miss. I don't mean to be rude but our rooms are the finest in town, they are 10 gold a night.”

“Sounds expensive. Might I ask. How much is a chicken?”

“Excuse me?”

“A chicken, what is the going rate in market for a chicken?”

“Why a copper I suppose. Why?”

“It is 100 copper to the gold?”

“No, two hundred. Where are you from?”

“Thank you. My, this place is surely far too expensive for such as me. Wouldn't you say.”

“I imagine so, yes.”

Pulling 10 gold out of your pack you place it on the counter. I'll take it. Please show me to my room.”

He looks at you stunned. “Right away.” Waving he gets the attention of a beautiful raven haired girl, who rushes over, takes your hand, and leads you up the stairs.

She takes you down a carpeted hall to a tall white door, opens it, and hands you the small key. “Will there be anything else?” She asks you smiling sweetly.