((Well, it's from a magic ring she swallowed as a baby that absorbed into her, so... honestly? Not a fucking clue. :P She's free to sense it if you'd like, but it's probably not super strong.))
"Ah, that's fair. Some of the forgeries around here are really quite good. People who sell false goods in the marketplaces get ratted out by the other merchants pretty quick, so unless you're one of the first couple customers, it shouldn't be a problem. We're sort of a self-policing community sometimes." Ver's had a hard time articulating what's wrong with some of the fakes she's seen, and that's after knowing for absolute fact that there's something wrong with them.
But a forgery that good is a kind of art in and of itself, in her opinion.
"Yeah, exploring is a lot of fun. And with your setup here it should be pretty easy for you."
She hums thoughtfully at the question and takes a moment to think about it. "There's a few vacant lots I can think of, yeah. You're a gardener? I love gardens, but I grew up in a city so mine have always been in pots."
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"Ah, that's fair. Some of the forgeries around here are really quite good. People who sell false goods in the marketplaces get ratted out by the other merchants pretty quick, so unless you're one of the first couple customers, it shouldn't be a problem. We're sort of a self-policing community sometimes." Ver's had a hard time articulating what's wrong with some of the fakes she's seen, and that's after knowing for absolute fact that there's something wrong with them.
But a forgery that good is a kind of art in and of itself, in her opinion.
"Yeah, exploring is a lot of fun. And with your setup here it should be pretty easy for you."
She hums thoughtfully at the question and takes a moment to think about it. "There's a few vacant lots I can think of, yeah. You're a gardener? I love gardens, but I grew up in a city so mine have always been in pots."