Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story

T'laren weighs the merchant's suggestion, trying to gauge whether they are trying to rip them off.

Insight: 12

Garrin shakes his head. "These folks let the bandits take it. It was earned in battle. Don't sell your honor. They should be proud it rests in strong hands."

T’laren:

T'laren turns to the others. "Do any of us intend to use the sword? My honor isn't tied to lugging around gear I don't intend to use... What say the rest of you?"

"You may do with it as you wish." Says Droknin brandishing Mlinzi.

"As much as it is intriguing to me, I can't make any use of it. I lack the skill to handle it properly. It is yours to give, if you wish" Keashirryl says.

Just out of curiosity, can she recall anything about the Tressendars? If nothing at all, she will ask the woman at the counter, but she expects her to lie to get a better deal. History: 21  

Keashirryl:

Keashirryl steps a little closer to T'laren and starts to speak in Elvish and in a low voice to convey her message discretely. "But, if you sell it, consider that it is probably magical. It is worth more than twice as much as we got from Sildar for the last job. Her current offer is a joke, if not an insult."

T'laren snorts.

"Historical... but don't suppose there are tales the Tressendar's magic sword? Surely just rumors, but perhaps I'll get it appraised first... after all, if you're going to hang it on your wall, you'd want to know if it was actually magic first, right?"

The old woman sneers.  "As you wish," she says and pulls the coin back.  "I'll go one quiver full of 20 arrows, straight up for the leather armor."

T'laren stands up and walks out.

By now, you're learned a bit about the town and are aware there two more shops... Barthen's Provisions and the Lionshield Coster.  You may have better luck at one of those locations, or you can just hit the road.

T'laren will walk to Barthen's, slap down the leather armor on the counter.

"Looking to sell this, it's used, but it's in good shape. Five gold?", he asks brusquely.

"Ah, friend.  Afraid we don't trade in weapons or armor.  Just food, tools and material, and general purpose goods."  Looking around, you see that this is a well-stocked general store.  A tray of warm sugar cookies sits on the counter and an old, possibly blind hound dog lies on the floor beside the counter, staring up at you.  "You should visit the Lionshield Coster.  I can't say for certain they'll be in the market for used leathers, but I know for a fact that they carry arms and armor."

Keashirryl, you do spot a handful of carved bone tokens in a bin of miscellaneous bits, bobs and schwag at the end of the counter.  The proprietor will let them all go for 2sp.

[Assuming you move on to the Lionshield...]

A trading charter is posted on the wall outside the Lionshield Coster.  It identifies the Lionshield as a trading company headquartered in Yartar, but licensed by the rulers of Neverwinter to maintain this trading post in Phandalin.

Inside you are greeted by a cheerful human woman of perhaps 30 who names herself Linene Graywind.  More importantly, she recognizes all of you from your description and from tales she has heard of your deeds in and around town since you arrived.  Most importantly, she knows you are the ones she has to thank for driving out the Redbrands.  As a show of thanks, she offers 25gp in store credit, plus another 5gp in coin for the leather armor.  They do carry a variety of weapons and armor, at reasonable prices.

"Ah, my mistake. May I pet your dog?", T'laren asks, his irritation at the previous merchant fading.

"I find myself a bit over burdened, in addition to the armor, I've also an iron pot, a shovel, and a bunch of torches I'd like to sell. Those cookies smell delicious!"

((Realized I didn't have my backpack equipped, and am over T'laren's modest carrying capacity. Dumping the leather gets him under, but has some unnecessary weight cluttering up his inventory. If anyone has use for a shovel or iron pot, speak up!))

Between the stores, I'd like to sell off:

• leather armor (sold to Linene, 5g)
• 1 hand axe
• 1 shovel
• 1 iron pot
• 9 torches

"Now that is down right generous of you, Miss! It's so hard coming neighborly, polite, and appreciative folks in this day and age. I'll be sure to remember you to the folks that I know."

Garrin looks for studded armor to trade for his ordinary leather (with the difference supplied in coin of course)

Droknin had little interest for the mining trading and the general goods stores, unless he needed something, which was very rare. However, when he enters the Lionshield Coster he looks around with interest, and inspects the items for sale in the store. He approaches the store owner with a broad smile. "Greetings Ms. Graywind. I am impressed with what you have to offer in your store, but say, do you happen to have anything from the golden plains of Oreskos?" Droknin tries to determine if the store owner has even heard of his birthplace. "It is a land far from here. I do not expect that you do, but I was curious nonetheless."

T'laren, between the two shops, you are able to sell of those items, including the leather, for 8gp 5sp 5cp.

Garrin, the Lionshield Coster has a set of studded leather armor available, though it is cut for a Gnome.  The size is about right but the fit is just a little... off.  If you want it, after trade for your Leather and the 25gp store credit, it will be an additional 15gp.  [No mechanical implication of the armor fit... just setting you up in case Garrin needs anything new to complain about.]

The trader Linene Graywind smiles but looks bewildered by Droknin's question.  "I dont know that we do... have anything from Oreskos... but you are welcome to see if anything here is to your liking."

The Leonin playfully winks at the store owner. “It is quite all right ma’am. It is said that even the gods rarely trespass my homeland, so I did not expect to find anything here. Though, if I do need anything, I now know where to find it.” Droknin bows slightly. “Have a great day.”