As the group makes its way through the elven settlement, Gelin looks rather uncomfortable. He steps timidly with his hands awkwardly in his pockets, looking nearly as out of place as he feels.
Addressing the Sho'din
"Aye yer... majesty. I'm always happy to give a performance, though I doubt my songs and tales will match the locale."
As they leave the Sho'din he prods a bit a Ky "So, princess... didn't realize we were in the company of royalty. I may have to comport myself a little in yer presence now, eh?" The sarcasm can be cut with a knife as he lets out a hearty belch.
Ky says to Gelin, "If you do, I will use you for target practice. The only good thing about nobility is the dresses and the parties. I live in the wilds for a reason... well that's 1 reason."
Flint stays behind just long enough to say a quick prayer - just long enough that he feels would be socially acceptable in this situation - for the Sho'din's home. He leaves feeling as if he is even more ready for a bath after the interaction.
"And what am I?" he booms with a grin, catching up with the others and hearing Ky'Lera's comment as she grabs Ennis and Cyrnair by the arm. "I have a good idea now why you were hesitant to enter there... So are we off to get some supplies?"
Ky laughs again. "When it happens, I will let you know."
"Laughter's good. Uncle Yakov said laughter was the best medicine. He died from rotlung, but I still think he had a point. Don't let the darkness steal laughter from you." He follows the group into the Native Tealeaf, hands buried in his trouser pockets.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The woman looks up, ink smudged across the bridge of her nose. She only looks up for a moment however, clearly in a deep focus. "please look around. I have a few healing potions and some other scrolls. Prices are labeled on the bins. Leave the gold in the slot..."
Ennis, as you watch her scribe, you can see the beginnings of a thunder wave scroll being written. Behind her, you also notice a bag that has a magical aura around it. There are various containers, ingredients, and other components within it.
Looking around the shop and based on what you said you were looking for/what you may be interested in, you find the following that catches your eye.
3 potions of healing (50 each) 2 greater potions of Healing (200 each)
Level 1 scrolls (50 each) 3 scrolls of Healing word. Scroll of False life Scroll of Magic Missile Scroll of Identify Scroll of Thunderwave
Level 2 (500 each) Scroll of Alter Self Scroll of Blur Scroll of Knock
Much of the rest are vials that are partially full, or empty with signs that say, in process or upon request.
Ennis cocks his head sideways for a brief moment, surprised at the woman's apparent lack of concern or interest about strangers walking into her establishment and perusing her wares. He debates questioning her about it but decides to hold off for the moment and sets about examining the merchandise that is available.
Taking note of what's there, he turns to the others with a quick adjustment of his glasses.
"You make nobility sound much like priesthood Ky'lera" says the aasimar while they walk around the city towards their destination.
Cyrnair, who hasn't understood the exchange between the shopkeeper and Ennis just says.
" We should take the healing potions, but can she keep them for a few hours while we check the other shops? I think that we must use our funds wisely and an orc can´t attack you if there is a an arrow or a sword in its hear if you understand me... "
As you are shopping around, you can see from the corner of your eye, the half elven woman is scribling along the edges of the paper now, inscribing runes. As she finishes, she pulls out a small yellow crystal that looks like a focusing item for casting. She presses her hand into the scroll, and in a flash, the scroll absorbs the crystal. The runes glow for a moment, and she takes a deep breath. Gingerly, she wraps up the scroll and ties it with a ribbon and brings it to one of the shelves. Below it, it reads, Thunderwave.
Looking over the group, she heads over to Ennis. "Please forgive me. You caught me at a bad time. I was in the middle of creating a scroll that I had been working on for some time now, and was in the final stages. Once that part of the process is started, I cannot stop. You look like an Arcanist of some sort. Artificer like me perhaps? I am always happy to deal with those that understand the struggles of making such items."
Thinking for a moment, she says "Ah yes, You said you were in a hurry. Going into trouble you said. Well then, let me gather some things." You watch as she gathers what I listed above on the counter. "What would you like to purchase? Or perhaps you have some items for trade? I can always use higher end material components, or an item of 2 for me to try and replicate."
Ky looks to the the woman. "We ride for certain dangers. Have you seen the storms to the north? We are trying to prevent that from coming here. Perhaps we can get a better deal on some of these prices?"
Looking to the group, she says "I saw you use a gem for the scroll. If the group would be amenable, we have some gems that could be used for trade as well?"
(OOC: Unless Ennis wants any scrolls for himself, I think we should save our coin and only get healing stuff. What do you guys think?)
To Cyrnair: Ky seems perturbed by that thought. "Perhaps... That may be part of my distaste for both.." she says quietly.
To Ky: "It's good to see that we have more in common that we first thought. " replies the paladin "Don't get me wrong, I believe that Lathander's church is a good institution, with good and caring people on it, but sometimes the high patriarchs and matriarchs are more concerned about the politics inside the Church than in actually helping people. That's one of the reasons that I left, because... "
He hesitates a little bit, both Gelin and Caradoc, beign the ones that know him from more time, are a little bit surprised that he speaks of this, he has been quiet about it before
"... because I felt that I was being holding back on porpouse. I grew up listening again and again that I was the Chosen One, that Lathander himself had chosen me. I... I didn't actually believe it, I saw how our monastery grew in influence and power just for me to be there. The more power they got, the more secretive and elusive with me they were, trying to isolate me from the outside world... " he remains silent for a few seconds as if he was remembering something, letting the others guide him through the city.
"In fact.. it all got worse since Arthan left the monastery... " he looks to his friends as if coming back to reality " Arthan was another aasimar that was born just two years before I was born. His mother, unfortunately, died giving birth to him, but we were the best friends as childs. "
he smiles, remembering some childhood plays " Sister Lialha was really mad that time we took the pies from the window... anyway, when I was fourteen, one night, he left the monastery never to return. He had grown more and more upset with the rules and rites of the monastery as time passed. I always assumed that he finally went into some adventure as we used to dream. "
he swings an imaginary two handed sword, changing his tone a little bit to mimick that of a bard telling a history " Two brave paladins of Lathander bringing justice and peace to the Realms... " he scolfs at his own childhood dreams. His tone turns darker.
" You must know that, in my vision I saw Arthan. He had a pair of skeletan wings, and using a power I've never seen before was able to defeat one of the emissaries of Lathander, one of the celestial warriors that He sent to defend the monastery. "
He reminds silent for a few moments. "If what I saw it's true. If he had fallen... I must stop him. I will not allow him to hurt my mother or to take the Sword. "
He looks up to the storm in the North again. It seems that this whole situation is affecting him more than he had allowed to see unitl now.
Caradoc steps forward and gingerly produces two vials filled with a nasty, viscous brown liquid.
"I would be most careful with these,"he murmurs to the artificer. "Recovered from a hag's secret stash, they were. A Vial of Sickness could play bloody havoc on your health, but one such as yourself might be able to distill them into their different components and devise some other mixture... be happy to trade you these for all your bottles of healing potion."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The woman looks up at Ky and recognition hits her face. "Eva'.... Eva'din. You honor me! Forgive my rudeness earlier. Welcome to the Native Tealeaf.. I am the owner, Heathara Deltoro. What can I do for you?"
The woman, hearing Carodoc, smiles down at him. "Silly man... I could only sell those vials for about 50 GP each... But you are cute! Well... I can think of a view people that may want to buy those, but they are not as sell-able as the potions of healing... especially in this day and age. However... Since you are with the Eva'din... well... Lets say I will trade you those 2 for 2 healing potions, and you remember that I gave you a good deal on this. Perhaps you will be more... generous with other purchases?"
(OOC: If you wish to do the trade, add 2 basic healing potions to your inventory, and remove the vials of sickness. Let me know.)
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Oh, so haggling's going to go like this, is it? the rogue thinks with a grin. "Now let's not be hasty - I haven't even tried to use my cuteness on you yet, lovely Heathara. Would you rather your potions of healing be requisitioned by the Sho'din for his troops, or go to keep your dear Eva'din alive and well? Come now... an even two-for-two doesn't even begin to touch the worth of actual relics from a hag's lair! Surely you have fancy clientele from the upper platforms that crave showpieces with exotic backgrounds?"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
She smiles at Carodoc. "I will make this trade with you, but it is not worth it for me to give anything else within this trade. However, if you continue to purchase other items, I will give you... lets say... 10% off the other items. Because... because you are with the Eva'din, and you are so... cute!"
Ky looks to Carodoc. "I think that is a most generous offer. Thank you Heathara. I hope your house grows into a mighty rooted tree, and blooms like the spring."
Looking to the group, she says "Anything else that we can trade?" Turning to the woman, Ky says "I saw you using gems for that scroll. Will any gem do, or is it a special requirement?"
Caradoc stares up at Ky with a which one of us does this for a living glare, then bows to the clerk and says, "The worshipful Eva'din has spoken, and I will not sully her decision with further base quibbling." He leaves the two vials on the counter and tucks two basic potions of healing into his pack.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The woman behind the counter laughs at Carodocs comment, but also looks slightly horrified, hoping that Ky does not hear the sarcasm. "Now now my friend. She speaks truth! You are adorable, but I would not be able to give you much more then I am! Consider my discount a personal favor to the Eva'din. I will tell my non nobleborn patrons she visited this shop, and I am sure it will impress!"
Smiling, going back to business she tells Carodoc quietly, "In the Feywilds, getting items from a hag are difficult, but more common then you would think. Other monstrosities and creatures that are not fey in origin... well.... just keep me in mind. I always need components."
Looking back to Ky, she says "I can use any gem really. It just needs to be of an appropriate worth. It is the final sealing of a scroll. Like a focus for casters. Do you have gems for trade? Or any monster bits? Surely you would not have sullied your hands with that though. Gems for sure... I will trade for them if you wish."
Smiling, going back to business she tells Carodoc quietly, "In the Feywilds, getting items from a hag are difficult, but more common then you would think. Other monstrosities and creatures that are not fey in origin... well.... just keep me in mind. I always need components."
"You mean like troll heads? And Gelin... did anyone collect any dragon parts?"
OOC: He would not have spoken his line about "worshipful Eva'din" with any sarcasm at all - he assumes Ky hears the quip even when delivered in his sweetest tones. So far as the artificer is concerned, he is the Eva'din's loyal and worshipful little haggler.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Smart to grab the bits... Now that someone is trained in survival and nature as well... Ky can harvest if you guys remember to do it =). Bits can be worth a lot lol.
The woman immediately perks up. "Troll heads you say! Well... I could distill those down to make some wonderful regenerate healing potions. It would limit the amount of other ingrediants I would need by... well lets say around 1/2. Depending on the weight and how in tact they are... Lets see them, lets see them! They are hard to come by indeed!"
(OOC: For this I will say that Ky put them in her Haversack for transport since they were on your horses.)
Taking them out and putting them on her desk, the 1 that was in the river makes a juicy splat on her counter. The woman does not flinch at all. In fact she is excited by it. The 2nd one is somewhat charcoal at this point, but it is still... recognizable.
She spends a good bit of time looking over them both, examining it. "Well now... This first 1 is a rare specimen indeed. With something like this... deducting the bones... I would say this is worth to me about... 20 GP per pound." She gets out a golden platter that has silver chains attached to the sides. The chains go up in the air and look taught and hanging on something, though nothing is there. She smiles as you look at it. "Arcane scale. It will tell me how much it weighs without needing stones to counter-balance it. My own invention." She says pridefully.
The scale chimes out in different tones, scaling from low to high pitch. "Wow... hefty!" She says. "Deducting the skull, I would say I have about 35 pounds of usable material here... lets call it a solid 700 gold?"
Moving to the second head, she examines it just as closely. Taking a dagger, she scrapes away at it. Bits and chunks fall away for about an inch before it gets to bone. She sighs and jams her dagger into the bone and then pulls it out. It drips wetly with grey matter. "Only the brain seems to be viable.... Lets say 1/3rd the weight of the last? 234 more Gold, for a total of 934 GP rounding up?"
With that you could by all the potions she has remaining and still have 484 left without trading or dipping into your other coin/gems...
As the group makes its way through the elven settlement, Gelin looks rather uncomfortable. He steps timidly with his hands awkwardly in his pockets, looking nearly as out of place as he feels.
Addressing the Sho'din
"Aye yer... majesty. I'm always happy to give a performance, though I doubt my songs and tales will match the locale."
As they leave the Sho'din he prods a bit a Ky
"So, princess... didn't realize we were in the company of royalty. I may have to comport myself a little in yer presence now, eh?" The sarcasm can be cut with a knife as he lets out a hearty belch.
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Ky says to Gelin, "If you do, I will use you for target practice. The only good thing about nobility is the dresses and the parties. I live in the wilds for a reason... well that's 1 reason."
Flint stays behind just long enough to say a quick prayer - just long enough that he feels would be socially acceptable in this situation - for the Sho'din's home. He leaves feeling as if he is even more ready for a bath after the interaction.
"And what am I?" he booms with a grin, catching up with the others and hearing Ky'Lera's comment as she grabs Ennis and Cyrnair by the arm. "I have a good idea now why you were hesitant to enter there... So are we off to get some supplies?"
"Laughter's good. Uncle Yakov said laughter was the best medicine. He died from rotlung, but I still think he had a point. Don't let the darkness steal laughter from you." He follows the group into the Native Tealeaf, hands buried in his trouser pockets.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The woman looks up, ink smudged across the bridge of her nose. She only looks up for a moment however, clearly in a deep focus. "please look around. I have a few healing potions and some other scrolls. Prices are labeled on the bins. Leave the gold in the slot..."
Ennis, as you watch her scribe, you can see the beginnings of a thunder wave scroll being written. Behind her, you also notice a bag that has a magical aura around it. There are various containers, ingredients, and other components within it.
Looking around the shop and based on what you said you were looking for/what you may be interested in, you find the following that catches your eye.
3 potions of healing (50 each)
2 greater potions of Healing (200 each)
Level 1 scrolls (50 each)
3 scrolls of Healing word.
Scroll of False life
Scroll of Magic Missile
Scroll of Identify
Scroll of Thunderwave
Level 2 (500 each)
Scroll of Alter Self
Scroll of Blur
Scroll of Knock
Much of the rest are vials that are partially full, or empty with signs that say, in process or upon request.
Ennis cocks his head sideways for a brief moment, surprised at the woman's apparent lack of concern or interest about strangers walking into her establishment and perusing her wares. He debates questioning her about it but decides to hold off for the moment and sets about examining the merchandise that is available.
Taking note of what's there, he turns to the others with a quick adjustment of his glasses.
"Thoughts?"
"You make nobility sound much like priesthood Ky'lera" says the aasimar while they walk around the city towards their destination.
Cyrnair, who hasn't understood the exchange between the shopkeeper and Ennis just says.
" We should take the healing potions, but can she keep them for a few hours while we check the other shops? I think that we must use our funds wisely and an orc can´t attack you if there is a an arrow or a sword in its hear if you understand me... "
PbP Character: A few ;)
As you are shopping around, you can see from the corner of your eye, the half elven woman is scribling along the edges of the paper now, inscribing runes. As she finishes, she pulls out a small yellow crystal that looks like a focusing item for casting. She presses her hand into the scroll, and in a flash, the scroll absorbs the crystal. The runes glow for a moment, and she takes a deep breath. Gingerly, she wraps up the scroll and ties it with a ribbon and brings it to one of the shelves. Below it, it reads, Thunderwave.
Looking over the group, she heads over to Ennis. "Please forgive me. You caught me at a bad time. I was in the middle of creating a scroll that I had been working on for some time now, and was in the final stages. Once that part of the process is started, I cannot stop. You look like an Arcanist of some sort. Artificer like me perhaps? I am always happy to deal with those that understand the struggles of making such items."
Thinking for a moment, she says "Ah yes, You said you were in a hurry. Going into trouble you said. Well then, let me gather some things." You watch as she gathers what I listed above on the counter. "What would you like to purchase? Or perhaps you have some items for trade? I can always use higher end material components, or an item of 2 for me to try and replicate."
Ky looks to the the woman. "We ride for certain dangers. Have you seen the storms to the north? We are trying to prevent that from coming here. Perhaps we can get a better deal on some of these prices?"
Looking to the group, she says "I saw you use a gem for the scroll. If the group would be amenable, we have some gems that could be used for trade as well?"
(OOC: Unless Ennis wants any scrolls for himself, I think we should save our coin and only get healing stuff. What do you guys think?)
To Cyrnair: Ky seems perturbed by that thought. "Perhaps... That may be part of my distaste for both.." she says quietly.
To Ky: "It's good to see that we have more in common that we first thought. " replies the paladin "Don't get me wrong, I believe that Lathander's church is a good institution, with good and caring people on it, but sometimes the high patriarchs and matriarchs are more concerned about the politics inside the Church than in actually helping people. That's one of the reasons that I left, because... "
He hesitates a little bit, both Gelin and Caradoc, beign the ones that know him from more time, are a little bit surprised that he speaks of this, he has been quiet about it before
"... because I felt that I was being holding back on porpouse. I grew up listening again and again that I was the Chosen One, that Lathander himself had chosen me. I... I didn't actually believe it, I saw how our monastery grew in influence and power just for me to be there. The more power they got, the more secretive and elusive with me they were, trying to isolate me from the outside world... " he remains silent for a few seconds as if he was remembering something, letting the others guide him through the city.
"In fact.. it all got worse since Arthan left the monastery... " he looks to his friends as if coming back to reality " Arthan was another aasimar that was born just two years before I was born. His mother, unfortunately, died giving birth to him, but we were the best friends as childs. "
he smiles, remembering some childhood plays " Sister Lialha was really mad that time we took the pies from the window... anyway, when I was fourteen, one night, he left the monastery never to return. He had grown more and more upset with the rules and rites of the monastery as time passed. I always assumed that he finally went into some adventure as we used to dream. "
he swings an imaginary two handed sword, changing his tone a little bit to mimick that of a bard telling a history " Two brave paladins of Lathander bringing justice and peace to the Realms... " he scolfs at his own childhood dreams. His tone turns darker.
" You must know that, in my vision I saw Arthan. He had a pair of skeletan wings, and using a power I've never seen before was able to defeat one of the emissaries of Lathander, one of the celestial warriors that He sent to defend the monastery. "
He reminds silent for a few moments. "If what I saw it's true. If he had fallen... I must stop him. I will not allow him to hurt my mother or to take the Sword. "
He looks up to the storm in the North again. It seems that this whole situation is affecting him more than he had allowed to see unitl now.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Caradoc steps forward and gingerly produces two vials filled with a nasty, viscous brown liquid.
"I would be most careful with these," he murmurs to the artificer. "Recovered from a hag's secret stash, they were. A Vial of Sickness could play bloody havoc on your health, but one such as yourself might be able to distill them into their different components and devise some other mixture... be happy to trade you these for all your bottles of healing potion."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The woman looks up at Ky and recognition hits her face. "Eva'.... Eva'din. You honor me! Forgive my rudeness earlier. Welcome to the Native Tealeaf.. I am the owner, Heathara Deltoro. What can I do for you?"
The woman, hearing Carodoc, smiles down at him. "Silly man... I could only sell those vials for about 50 GP each... But you are cute! Well... I can think of a view people that may want to buy those, but they are not as sell-able as the potions of healing... especially in this day and age. However... Since you are with the Eva'din... well... Lets say I will trade you those 2 for 2 healing potions, and you remember that I gave you a good deal on this. Perhaps you will be more... generous with other purchases?"
(OOC: If you wish to do the trade, add 2 basic healing potions to your inventory, and remove the vials of sickness. Let me know.)
Oh, so haggling's going to go like this, is it? the rogue thinks with a grin. "Now let's not be hasty - I haven't even tried to use my cuteness on you yet, lovely Heathara. Would you rather your potions of healing be requisitioned by the Sho'din for his troops, or go to keep your dear Eva'din alive and well? Come now... an even two-for-two doesn't even begin to touch the worth of actual relics from a hag's lair! Surely you have fancy clientele from the upper platforms that crave showpieces with exotic backgrounds?"
Persuasion: 15
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
She smiles at Carodoc. "I will make this trade with you, but it is not worth it for me to give anything else within this trade. However, if you continue to purchase other items, I will give you... lets say... 10% off the other items. Because... because you are with the Eva'din, and you are so... cute!"
Ky looks to Carodoc. "I think that is a most generous offer. Thank you Heathara. I hope your house grows into a mighty rooted tree, and blooms like the spring."
Looking to the group, she says "Anything else that we can trade?" Turning to the woman, Ky says "I saw you using gems for that scroll. Will any gem do, or is it a special requirement?"
Caradoc stares up at Ky with a which one of us does this for a living glare, then bows to the clerk and says, "The worshipful Eva'din has spoken, and I will not sully her decision with further base quibbling." He leaves the two vials on the counter and tucks two basic potions of healing into his pack.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The woman behind the counter laughs at Carodocs comment, but also looks slightly horrified, hoping that Ky does not hear the sarcasm. "Now now my friend. She speaks truth! You are adorable, but I would not be able to give you much more then I am! Consider my discount a personal favor to the Eva'din. I will tell my non nobleborn patrons she visited this shop, and I am sure it will impress!"
Smiling, going back to business she tells Carodoc quietly, "In the Feywilds, getting items from a hag are difficult, but more common then you would think. Other monstrosities and creatures that are not fey in origin... well.... just keep me in mind. I always need components."
Looking back to Ky, she says "I can use any gem really. It just needs to be of an appropriate worth. It is the final sealing of a scroll. Like a focus for casters. Do you have gems for trade? Or any monster bits? Surely you would not have sullied your hands with that though. Gems for sure... I will trade for them if you wish."
At the mention of monster parts Cynair looks to Caradoc remembering the troll heads the halfling took to impress the elves...
PbP Character: A few ;)
"You mean like troll heads? And Gelin... did anyone collect any dragon parts?"
OOC: He would not have spoken his line about "worshipful Eva'din" with any sarcasm at all - he assumes Ky hears the quip even when delivered in his sweetest tones. So far as the artificer is concerned, he is the Eva'din's loyal and worshipful little haggler.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Smart to grab the bits... Now that someone is trained in survival and nature as well... Ky can harvest if you guys remember to do it =). Bits can be worth a lot lol.
The woman immediately perks up. "Troll heads you say! Well... I could distill those down to make some wonderful regenerate healing potions. It would limit the amount of other ingrediants I would need by... well lets say around 1/2. Depending on the weight and how in tact they are... Lets see them, lets see them! They are hard to come by indeed!"
(OOC: For this I will say that Ky put them in her Haversack for transport since they were on your horses.)
Taking them out and putting them on her desk, the 1 that was in the river makes a juicy splat on her counter. The woman does not flinch at all. In fact she is excited by it. The 2nd one is somewhat charcoal at this point, but it is still... recognizable.
She spends a good bit of time looking over them both, examining it. "Well now... This first 1 is a rare specimen indeed. With something like this... deducting the bones... I would say this is worth to me about... 20 GP per pound." She gets out a golden platter that has silver chains attached to the sides. The chains go up in the air and look taught and hanging on something, though nothing is there. She smiles as you look at it. "Arcane scale. It will tell me how much it weighs without needing stones to counter-balance it. My own invention." She says pridefully.
The scale chimes out in different tones, scaling from low to high pitch. "Wow... hefty!" She says. "Deducting the skull, I would say I have about 35 pounds of usable material here... lets call it a solid 700 gold?"
Moving to the second head, she examines it just as closely. Taking a dagger, she scrapes away at it. Bits and chunks fall away for about an inch before it gets to bone. She sighs and jams her dagger into the bone and then pulls it out. It drips wetly with grey matter. "Only the brain seems to be viable.... Lets say 1/3rd the weight of the last? 234 more Gold, for a total of 934 GP rounding up?"
With that you could by all the potions she has remaining and still have 484 left without trading or dipping into your other coin/gems...