Ender walked away from the street vendors, most shops closing up for the night by now.
He smirked at the idea of being able to get the cheapest price for whatever he was buying by simply seeing what the seller thought it was worth in their mind. It was so much easier than wrestling over a price without knowing the value.
He flew out over the desert sands until he reached an odd-shaped lump the was moving quite violently.
He stared at it a moment, confused, until he heard Chenoa’s upset thoughts radiating out from under the tent. Ender laughed aloud, landing with a thump on the loose sand.
“How did you even manage to do that?” He laughed.