They observe a man arrive, most certainly from the Gate, adorned in his high-born armor yet showing natural comfort amidst the merchant class. Moala speaks with him, then produces a sheet of parchment—she gives it a kiss...and two punctures appear through it's back.
Handing the parchment to the man, he slowly reads it from top to bottom, then hands Moala a fair-sized pouch. It does not clink like a pouch of coin, but slightly crackles when handled. Gems, the other merchants think.
The man, smiling with good nature and being as gentlemanly as possible with Moala—who seems in no mood for his outward affections...such a rare mood Moala is in—puts the parchment in another pouch, and stands, waiting.
Moala grumbles, then turns to walk up the stairs to her caravan. She returns shortly, a wooden shield with lettering of the Silver Seas upon it. Slowly, and almost reluctantly, she hands off the emblem to the man. He holds it in front of him, admiring it for some time. Then, placing it upon the ground, leaning against his leg, he offers his forearm to Moala, as gesture for sealing a deal.
Strain is obvious upon the single orb of gorgeousness that is Moala's eye as she leans in and matches the man's forearm with her own. Silence fills the space between them.
They release their deal-made embrace, and Moala turns to the caravan. Lifting up the stairs, she secures them and locks the rear door fast. She walks to the front of the caravan wagon, grabs hold of the reigns of the two horses hitched, and then turns to the deal-making man, then looks upon the faces of the other merchants that are curiously watching the show.
"Moala never like yous anyway," she says in short, then begins to laugh: "har har har...har har har..."
Pulling the horses and maneuvering the caravan to the road, she starts her walk northward.
She is long out of sight before her laugh no longer reaches the Merchant's Camp....
Left to watch her leave, the man stands in place, his hands resting on the waist plate of his armor.
"Well, best find a place for this," he says, obviously talking about the wooden Silver Seas emblem. "But first...a drink to celebrate!"
As he too makes his way north over the bridge to the Gate, he can be heard happily singing a tale about a crown, and a beautiful magic beast seen in the dark night, radiant under a crescent moon....