Glancing back to the bag I pointed at, the old woman let out a breath that might have been a short laugh or a cut off sigh.
"This old thing? Been here… forever."
She lifted it down and placed it on the counter before her wrinkled hand pat across it. Along with her tone of voice a bit ago, it would seem as if the item had some personal meaning to her.
"The leather was good quality, it just needs some conditioning again soon. Ten dollars and it's yours."
When she pushed it softly towards me to examine, I touched the worn surface carefully to respect whatever she was feeling. All of it had been put together with reinforced stitching that doesn't look as old as the rest of the cared for piece.
Clearly used, but solid brass buckles with a dark patina held the straps and overall it looked like it would be perfect for carrying smaller things to and fro. Especially items that did not need to be transported in a freight container that I have to… 'summon' in private.
