''We call it a flare. It can light even the most darkest of places,'' Davis said, holding the red tube in the palm of his hand. ''It's yours, if you tell me more about these 'Goa'uld' from your stories.'' OOC: Pft, Europeans live in the past. *is European too, lulz*
"Just keep in mind I have answered two questions already and the deal was One thing per question. But alas I shall continue, if it is so your wish." He stood up and grabbed a somewhat big book, somewhat similar to children books back on Earth. Farim opened the first page and put it on the table. It showed a pyramid, a man in front of it with noble clothes and two guards with bird-like helmets. "The Goa'uld look like humans, but they speak a different language from time to time in much deeper voice." He commented the page and went to the next one. There was a child on an altar what looked like a stone table, with the guards with the bird-like helmets from before standing over it, with a snake in the one hand, the other hand pressing the child down. "And once they steal you in the night, they bring you into their pyramid and insert a snake into your womb, which in contrary makes you one of them. You will lose control and later, in some years when you are adult, you will do the same to other children!" As Farim was talking he was going from page to page, showing the SG-Team the illustrations. "Well or so it is said, we cannot really believe it as for we always lived here, generations for generations, complete peace." The trader shrugged. As Alan looked around outside, staying guard, the daughter of the store owner got also quite interested in that man. He looked good... Was an outsider and certainly wealthy... Only wealthy men come ever here. "Hey, you, trading partner of my father." She started as she approached the man. "What is your name? I am Arleen." The woman bowed slightly.
"Alan" Is all he said, not even looking at the young woman. Oblivious to her interest in him, Alan continues to scan the crowd.
"Alan... That is a nice name... So, what brought you here? May you or one of your comrades be interested in anything? Like a stone tablet from the nearby ruins where it was said the gods once roamed freely to guide and protect our ancestors?" She said in her nicest tone, though slightly disappointed to only face his back.
Sighing slightly when the woman keeps questioning him, Alan turns to face the young woman. "Hm, not bad lookin for an alien." He thinks to himself. Hearing her comment about the tablet, he answers. "Try Paul, the funny soundin dude with the red hat. That'd be more his style."
She nodded and smiled, popping her head in the store for only a moment. "Alan, the nice guard from outside said that Paul, one of the travelers might be interested in one of our stonetablets, father." Arleen commented, seeing that her father was quite bargaining with the outworlders.
