Peaches

Peaches turned and walked down the dirt path. He knocked twice, thrice, twice, then once.
A tundra poked her head out of a door that blent into the wall.
"What's the password?" She asked.
"Hexakosioihexekkontahexaphobia." He said, stumbling over the word.
She slid the door open, and he stepped into a passage. After a few moments of walking, he came into a long, round room where carts of exotic, and sometimes stolen, goods lined the walls. Hatchlings were tied together by the tails and wings, their arms and legs cuffed. Beastclans were stuffed in cages.
"So, how's business?" Peaches asked.
"Booming." A fae replied. "So many orders we can't keep up."
Peaches laughed. "Ah, Seramorn. The Sornieth Black Market never has that many orders." He said, amused. She glared at the skydancer. Peaches smirked at the fae. "You don't know that." She hissed at Peaches. "Don't I?" he said.
Seramorn looked into his eyes. "Yes, you do." She rolled her eyes. "And I have even more to say on this subject," she said, this time with the truth in her eyes. Peaches stood there in shock. "What?" he said. Seramorn snorted. "I'm going to put you in the stocks. No one will even know you're gone until they see what happens to you." Seramorn said. "Oh gods, what are you mad at me for now?" Peaches sighed. "You owe me!" Seramorn said. "You owe me two thousand treasure from that last round of Mistral Mahjong!" She shouted. "Calm down, I have your money!" Peaches said. He tossed her a sack. She looked inside. "Perfect." She said. Just then, Bloom came in wheeling a cart. "Bloom!" Peaches cried. "Bloom I need your help!" Bloom backed up to Peaches. "Don't scare me like that! I'm here to help! I promise!" he said. Peaches gave Bloom a shaky smile. Bloom took the sack and opened it. "Whoa!" he said. "What is that?" Peaches looked. "That's called a potash peach." Seramorn said. "Honestly, you boys are clueless. Now come on, we have wares to sell." Peaches smiled. "Alright, come on." They walked out to the street.