The North God
Gotta put in the grind to get a good livin', right?
For that reason, Micaiah sat on a fabric mat, her legs crossed in meditative fashion along the sides of a road. Thanks to the transportation convenience of the Ayashaka Patra, it was absurdly easy to set up a stall in this grungy, informal bazaar full of teeming life. In fact, that teeming life is what attracted Micaiah to the bazaar to begin with, as well as make a quick buck selling random goods she collected during her adventures in the Vicara Plane.
It was all too convenient to not take advantage of, after all. The only real issue that got in the way of achieving booming business--something the girl was all too unaware off--was that Micaiah was not, in fact, an experienced saleswoman, let alone business woman. A few people stopped by expressing interest, most of them getting off with a purchased good by far cheaper than retail price. It was a while since Micaiah had been on Earth, and she was still in an adjustment period culturally. She genuinely had no idea the true and proper worth of the items she was selling, and more pressingly, she hadn't at all considered, or cared to, look up any of it. As long as people were satisfied with the purchase and she was getting paid."Demon World apparel and paraphernalia! Get your authentic demon apparel and paraphernalia here, straight from bazaars of the Vicara Plane!"