IC

[VonAlric]

She rummages through the pile of items, but in a precise, controlled manner. She knows where everything is, clearly. The first thing she holds up looks similar to a lantern, made of a strange, dull silvery metal. There's a handle on the back, and what looks to be three smaller hinged doors arranged along the curved face. "I do not know what this does, although it is intact. I cannot get the doors to open, though they are not rusted or damaged in anyway. This I will sell to you for 250 alcedes." The second item she holds up is a long knife, with a blade as long as Gardo's forearm. The blade is black and featureless, and seems to almost absorb light. "The residents of Isendan were experts at the art of crafting with this material," she says, "that we call leir. It is lighter and harder than metal, and cannot be broken, chipped, or worked by any craft of man. Perhaps Dwarves can work it, and perhaps dragonfire melt it, but as far as I know it is impervious. It will not rust, neither, and does not attract the attention of Mother Lodestone. I will sell you this knife for 500 alcedes." Finally, she pulls from her bag a flat rectangle, the size of Gardo's hand, but the thickness of the blade she just showed him. It is a burnt orange in color. "This," she says, "is a key, to a door in Isendan. What it opens I know not. I will sell this to you for 50 alcedes."

Gardo

He looks at the items proffered to him, judging them. He starts touching his fingers together, similar to when one counts on them. After a moment, he looks up at the woman.

"That sounds reasonable. 900 alcedes then." He pauses for a moment to let that sink in. "Actually, I would like one more thing for that amount. What fascinates me the most right now on this rug... is you. I am being bold but I would like to also hear about you and your travels. Isendan to the north? I've never heard of it. You are definitely more travelled than I am. For the 900, I will take the items plus would love to hear about you and what you have seen. It is also getting towards the evening. Allow me to buy you a meal and drink, whatever you would like."

He turns to his companion. "Mariusz! Please get out the 900.... wait. Do we actually have that amount on us? You may need to go and fetch more coin for us to finish this purchase. Have the others sold those small items we found with the mummies and ghasts? Maybe that will be enough to cover. See if the others have enough to cover us or know where to get the coin. Hurry up! Let's not keep her waiting."

Turning back to the woman, he smiles. "I apologize that I do not have it all right now. I will give you at least the money for the lantern and key now and the rest later for the other items. Would that be an acceptable enough deal?" He holds out his hand to shake and seal the deal.

He is trying to charm her as much as he can.

[shaidar]

Newton

"Hmmm, how about 500 alcedes for the three vigor potions and the four antidotes?"

Alchemist

"I thought you were trying to cheer me up, not throw me into a further fugue!" she exclaims, wringing her hands, "there's no way I can go any lower than what I've already told you. Those are good prices to begin with!"

Reaction roll:http://orokos.com/roll/746300: 2d6 6

Newton rubs his chin and ponders before replying "I suppose I can stretch as high as 550, it could be the last chance for you to reach your quota for the day"

[thirdkingdom]

Newton

"Hmmm, how about 500 alcedes for the three vigor potions and the four antidotes?"

Alchemist

"I thought you were trying to cheer me up, not throw me into a further fugue!" she exclaims, wringing her hands, "there's no way I can go any lower than what I've already told you. Those are good prices to begin with!"

Reaction roll:http://orokos.com/roll/746300: 2d6 6

Newton rubs his chin and ponders before replying "I suppose I can stretch as high as 550, it could be the last chance for you to reach your quota for the day"

The woman's eyes flash. "Bah!" she exclaims, "I'd rather have no sales than be cheated when I'm already giving a good price! Begone with you, sir, begone!"

http://orokos.com/roll/746332: 2d6 3

[thirdkingdom]

She rummages through the pile of items, but in a precise, controlled manner. She knows where everything is, clearly. The first thing she holds up looks similar to a lantern, made of a strange, dull silvery metal. There's a handle on the back, and what looks to be three smaller hinged doors arranged along the curved face. "I do not know what this does, although it is intact. I cannot get the doors to open, though they are not rusted or damaged in anyway. This I will sell to you for 250 alcedes." The second item she holds up is a long knife, with a blade as long as Gardo's forearm. The blade is black and featureless, and seems to almost absorb light. "The residents of Isendan were experts at the art of crafting with this material," she says, "that we call leir. It is lighter and harder than metal, and cannot be broken, chipped, or worked by any craft of man. Perhaps Dwarves can work it, and perhaps dragonfire melt it, but as far as I know it is impervious. It will not rust, neither, and does not attract the attention of Mother Lodestone. I will sell you this knife for 500 alcedes." Finally, she pulls from her bag a flat rectangle, the size of Gardo's hand, but the thickness of the blade she just showed him. It is a burnt orange in color. "This," she says, "is a key, to a door in Isendan. What it opens I know not. I will sell this to you for 50 alcedes."

Gardo

He looks at the items proffered to him, judging them. He starts touching his fingers together, similar to when one counts on them. After a moment, he looks up at the woman.

"That sounds reasonable. 900 alcedes then." He pauses for a moment to let that sink in. "Actually, I would like one more thing for that amount. What fascinates me the most right now on this rug... is you. I am being bold but I would like to also hear about you and your travels. Isendan to the north? I've never heard of it. You are definitely more travelled than I am. For the 900, I will take the items plus would love to hear about you and what you have seen. It is also getting towards the evening. Allow me to buy you a meal and drink, whatever you would like."

He turns to his companion. "Mariusz! Please get out the 900.... wait. Do we actually have that amount on us? You may need to go and fetch more coin for us to finish this purchase. Have the others sold those small items we found with the mummies and ghasts? Maybe that will be enough to cover. See if the others have enough to cover us or know where to get the coin. Hurry up! Let's not keep her waiting."

Turning back to the woman, he smiles. "I apologize that I do not have it all right now. I will give you at least the money for the lantern and key now and the rest later for the other items. Would that be an acceptable enough deal?" He holds out his hand to shake and seal the deal.

He is trying to charm her as much as he can.

Gardo gets the feeling that he is being appraised, as one would judge horseflesh. "If you are asking me to mate," the woman says, "you should know that among my people it is customary to spar before accepting an offer. You may be big and strong, but it is possible you are unskilled. A brave unskilled with spear and bow may be unskilled in other areas, if you take my meaning." She wraps the three items in a tanned skin and waits for the appropriate amount to be handed over.

[VonAlric]

Gardo gets the feeling that he is being appraised, as one would judge horseflesh. "If you are asking me to mate," the woman says, "you should know that among my people it is customary to spar before accepting an offer. You may be big and strong, but it is possible you are unskilled. A brave unskilled with spear and bow may be unskilled in other areas, if you take my meaning." She wraps the three items in a tanned skin and waits for the appropriate amount to be handed over.

Gardo

A stunned look hits his face. "Wait... What?? No.. What? Did you think I am trying to pay you for sex? I think you have this situation entirely wrong. What I want from you are those three items and, hopefully, information about places I've never heard of. That is the only thing that has been on my mind. ...take your meaning...... really."

Comprehension rises as slow as the dawn on Gardo's visage. He shakes a finger, slowly at first then faster as his mouth makes an 'o' shape. He lets go with his best smile. "Now, I will have to tell you, that I do like to spar. Ever since my father kept throwing me back in to fend off my two brothers, it's become a part of me. So, if you would like to have a quick spar, let's do it. We might have to go outside the city to do this. Anyway, at least allow me to pay you what I can right now." He motions to Mariusz for the gold on hand and gives the 500 alcedes to the woman.

"Mariusz, be quick about getting the rest of this woman's money. Now, good woman, let's find that spot where we can spar without the guards getting upset at a small fight. If we are going to do this, then you should know my name. I am called Gardo. May I know the name of my possible opponent?"

[shaidar]

Alchemist

The woman's eyes flash. "Bah!" she exclaims, "I'd rather have no sales than be cheated when I'm already giving a good price! Begone with you, sir, begone!"

http://orokos.com/roll/746332: 2d6 3

Newton holds his hands up in a conciliatory gesture

"Madame, I meant to insult or disrespect. I was simply trying out my haggling skills, which it would seem need more work. I will pay the 600 alcedes, plus a few for yourself so you can enjoy a drink and a good meal on what must be a long day"

[thirdkingdom]

Gardo gets the feeling that he is being appraised, as one would judge horseflesh. "If you are asking me to mate," the woman says, "you should know that among my people it is customary to spar before accepting an offer. You may be big and strong, but it is possible you are unskilled. A brave unskilled with spear and bow may be unskilled in other areas, if you take my meaning." She wraps the three items in a tanned skin and waits for the appropriate amount to be handed over.

Gardo

A stunned look hits his face. "Wait... What?? No.. What? Did you think I am trying to pay you for sex? I think you have this situation entirely wrong. What I want from you are those three items and, hopefully, information about places I've never heard of. That is the only thing that has been on my mind. ...take your meaning...... really."

Comprehension rises as slow as the dawn on Gardo's visage. He shakes a finger, slowly at first then faster as his mouth makes an 'o' shape. He lets go with his best smile. "Now, I will have to tell you, that I do like to spar. Ever since my father kept throwing me back in to fend off my two brothers, it's become a part of me. So, if you would like to have a quick spar, let's do it. We might have to go outside the city to do this. Anyway, at least allow me to pay you what I can right now." He motions to Mariusz for the gold on hand and gives the 500 alcedes to the woman.

"Mariusz, be quick about getting the rest of this woman's money. Now, good woman, let's find that spot where we can spar without the guards getting upset at a small fight. If we are going to do this, then you should know my name. I am called Gardo. May I know the name of my possible opponent?"

Notai

"My name is Notai, of the Longstrider Tribe. I am a cerves, what you humans call 'deer-folk', as you can see. I cannot abandon my wares, so will meet you at nightfall for a sparring session if you will tell me where to meet you." She collects the 900 gold.

[thirdkingdom]

Newton holds his hands up in a conciliatory gesture

"Madame, I meant to insult or disrespect. I was simply trying out my haggling skills, which it would seem need more work. I will pay the 600 alcedes, plus a few for yourself so you can enjoy a drink and a good meal on what must be a long day"

Alchemist

She puts on a wry face and shakes her head. "Yes, I would say your haggling skills have room to improve. Here, let me wrap up your goods for you." The potions of vigor come in small, crystal vials; the antidotes in slender tubes of green translucent glass.

The potions of vigor restore 1d4 hp upon consuming, the antidote potions allow a second save v poison against non-magical poisons if taken within two rounds of being poisoned. Characters can only benefit from one antidote potion per day.

[shaidar]

Newton pays the vendor 600gp, plus an extra 5.

"Thank you, these will certainly come in useful"

[The_Wanderer]

Feargus
“Goshawk, did you check the purple velvet booth for an armorer? Let’s chat with this man and see what we see. Quite a change from Junction...”

[VonAlric]

Notai

"My name is Notai, of the Longstrider Tribe. I am a cerves, what you humans call 'deer-folk', as you can see. I cannot abandon my wares, so will meet you at nightfall for a sparring session if you will tell me where to meet you." She collects the 900 gold.

Gardo

"Where....Where...that is a good question. Allow me this; I will go scout a suitable location, probably outside the walls of town, where we can conduct ourselves. Somewhere that is open, not some secluded place that would give someone the idea they were in danger. I will return here as the sun goes down to meet you, even assist you with packing up your wares. After you have them secured, we can go there. Would that be agreeable?"

Gardo will spend some time to find a suitable sparring place. He will first find any city guard to see if there is a permitted place for sparring that he and Notai could use. If it happens to be outside the walls, he will make sure that they could return inside. After finding the appropriate place, he will find an appropriate lender to retrieve some of his money from.

[Pulpatoon]

Aldus, moody since his run-in with the assassin and the witch, and feeling foolish to have somehow missed Junction's underworld like a farmhand rube on his first day away from the pigs, slouches into the fortune teller's tent. "Give me some words of cheer! What's in store for this honest tailor?"

[thirdkingdom]

Aldus, moody since his run-in with the assassin and the witch, and feeling foolish to have somehow missed Junction's underworld like a farmhand rube on his first day away from the pigs, slouches into the fortune teller's tent. "Give me some words of cheer! What's in store for this honest tailor?"

Just as a clarification, investigating the seedy underbelly of a settlement (i.e. figuring out if there are any Guilds) is something that will take time and effort (i.e. an IC post directing that you're going to do that). It's not common knowledge, so it's not like when you guys asked around to find out which temples are in town. It's something that will take time (1+ day, depending on the size of the settlement) plus direction from you.

[thirdkingdom]

Aldus enters the small tent. It's dark, and redolent of a musk he can't quite identify. There's a man within, pale, with a thin mustache, but otherwise bald. "You look like a man with questions," he says, "sit down and for ten gold I will answer them." Aldus, looking around the crowded tent, sees a number of things that could be interpreted as guildsigns. Nothing he can read or interpret -- a tablecloth folded just so, knick-knacks arranged thusly, the way the dried flowers are arranged -- but its obvious to his trained eyes that there is a hidden meaning to be discovered.

[shaidar]

Newton

Once he's packed away the potions and thanked the vendor, he will glance over to the velvet booth to see if the dagger is still there, and if so go and take a closer look.

[thirdkingdom]

Notai

"My name is Notai, of the Longstrider Tribe. I am a cerves, what you humans call 'deer-folk', as you can see. I cannot abandon my wares, so will meet you at nightfall for a sparring session if you will tell me where to meet you." She collects the 900 gold.

Gardo

"Where....Where...that is a good question. Allow me this; I will go scout a suitable location, probably outside the walls of town, where we can conduct ourselves. Somewhere that is open, not some secluded place that would give someone the idea they were in danger. I will return here as the sun goes down to meet you, even assist you with packing up your wares. After you have them secured, we can go there. Would that be agreeable?"

Gardo will spend some time to find a suitable sparring place. He will first find any city guard to see if there is a permitted place for sparring that he and Notai could use. If it happens to be outside the walls, he will make sure that they could return inside. After finding the appropriate place, he will find an appropriate lender to retrieve some of his money from.

Gardo finds that the guards don't really care. "You want to practice sparring with a friend? I really don't care where you do it, as long as no one get's killed. Outside the wall is better, but if you knew the number of fights -- real fights, not pretend -- we've had to break up today . . ."

[thirdkingdom]

Newton

Once he's packed away the potions and thanked the vendor, he will glance over to the velvet booth to see if the dagger is still there, and if so go and take a closer look.

The man with the towering hat leers at Newton, exposing teeth stained red by some foul means. "You are interested in the dagger, no? It was forged a Cycle ago by Pangka Hi, of Jukung, in the Umber Principality. With it Hamria Sari of the Barren Plains slew the the Putrid Wyrm, a beast not unlike a dragon but infinitely more foul. I will sell it for one thousand alcedes, and not a copper less!" From where Newton stands he can see that it looks to be a fine blade indeed, the edge so keen it is almost invisible, the haft wrapped in a green, pebbled hide of indeterminate origin.

Feargus
“Goshawk, did you check the purple velvet booth for an armorer? Let’s chat with this man and see what we see. Quite a change from Junction...”

The man looks offended. "I am not an armorer, nor am I a swordsmith! I am a salesman, thank you very much!" Goshawk and Feargus can see that, while there are currently four items within, there were once at least two more weapons on display here.

[shaidar]

The man with the towering hat leers at Newton, exposing teeth stained red by some foul means. "You are interested in the dagger, no? It was forged a Cycle ago by Pangka Hi, of Jukung, in the Umber Principality. With it Hamria Sari of the Barren Plains slew the the Putrid Wyrm, a beast not unlike a dragon but infinitely more foul. I will sell it for one thousand alcedes, and not a copper less!" From where Newton stands he can see that it looks to be a fine blade indeed, the edge so keen it is almost invisible, the haft wrapped in a green, pebbled hide of indeterminate origin.

Newton

"A most impressive looking blade. Is it enchanted then, or just of mastership quality?"

[thirdkingdom]

The man with the towering hat leers at Newton, exposing teeth stained red by some foul means. "You are interested in the dagger, no? It was forged a Cycle ago by Pangka Hi, of Jukung, in the Umber Principality. With it Hamria Sari of the Barren Plains slew the the Putrid Wyrm, a beast not unlike a dragon but infinitely more foul. I will sell it for one thousand alcedes, and not a copper less!" From where Newton stands he can see that it looks to be a fine blade indeed, the edge so keen it is almost invisible, the haft wrapped in a green, pebbled hide of indeterminate origin.

Newton

"A most impressive looking blade. Is it enchanted then, or just of mastership quality?"

"Not enchanted, no. Just cunningly made. It likely could be enchanted, I would think, should you desire such a thing.ç

[VonAlric]

Gardo finds that the guards don't really care. "You want to practice sparring with a friend? I really don't care where you do it, as long as no one get's killed. Outside the wall is better, but if you knew the number of fights -- real fights, not pretend -- we've had to break up today . . ."

Gardo

"As long as we can get back inside after we have finished." He will go outside the walls to find a suitable spot for sparring, make sure he has more gold for the night, and return to the main square at his appointed time.

"The guards suggested that outside the walls would be better suited for a spar. I have located a place. Whenever you are ready, Notai, we can go."

During the spar, he will be more on defense, judging her ability. After a few tries, he will attempt to stun her (unless that would not be part of a spar). Anytime he is able to do so, he will step back and allow her to recover before resuming. He will hopefully be lucky in avoiding any of her blows.