Headed past the group of halflings the group heads off to Migello's Miscellany.
Migello's Miscellany
Headed into the shop, the quaint exterior betrays the colourful and organised interior. Shelves are stacked with brightly coloured bottles and boxes with little bows atop them. In the centre of the room are baskets with various small goods; from adventuring gear to day-to-day things for the home. A couple of passerbys are browsing the shelves labelled "colognes", while a pair of portly halflings are sat atop a raised platform on seats, a table between them that serves as a small counter.
Crispy looks around, browsing the wares. Sometimes she glosses over things, sometimes she takes interest in something. Eventually, she speaks up. “Hello, we are here about the escort job.”
One of the halflings, a rotund gentleman in bright silken clothes, looks over to the group, as if inspecting them briefly before responding. "Ah, excellent." He says, slipping out of his seat and wandering over to the group. "Daranest Migello, owner of this little place." He gestures to the filled shop. "So, you're the ones from the Saints guild, right? Perfect, the cart is being loaded as we speak. Lots of delicate objects needing to be transported south. Should be a fairly standard job, however there are some special perfumes and colognes that are headed through, and the locals might find them a little interesting, so make sure they keep their hands of the merchandise; unless, of course, they are paying for it." The halfling chuckles to himself.
Akaas looks around the shop. There are a lot of various items available in this shop. From standard coils of rope, to brand new sturdy hiking boots, to potions of various types, to brand new knives for the kitchen. It is quite a strange myriad of wares, but it somehow brings it all together into a convenient place.
If nothing else, Friedrych will look around the shop as well for interesting thingamajigs. If there isn't anything to be found out of the ordinary, he will observe the other customers.
(If there are any basic gear items you want to buy from the PHB, you can purchase them here. Beyond that there are a series of perfumes, lotions, and colognes that seem to have been imported from the different nations. They vary from the 5gp bottle to having a comma in their value)
"Oh, right, the logistics." The portly halfling says. "Yes, your food, drink, and shelter will be provided. We just need you and your things to keep others off of our wares." He gestures to the shop shelves. "As you see, we have many wares available. I'll give you a 10% discount for anything you want to purchase for use of this mission; just don't push your luck on the purchases, Waukeen would be most displeased if you try and diddle your employers."
Chetin nods, "Thank you for your hospitality, I shall take you up on your offer then. May I purchase a hooded lantern and five flasks of oil, please?" He takes out 6 gold pieces, "And I wouldn't want to anger the goddess of trade so I shall pay the full price. After all, we shall receive payment from you after our trip together so I feel it fair if I pay full price."
Mr. Migello shakes his head. "No, I insist. Think of it as an introductory offer. Waukeen delights in free trade where it promises the chance of a return customer after all." He calls over another halfling from outside. The skinnier halfling wanders up to Mr. Migello as they have a quick chat in Halfling.
(For those who speak Halfling, the below is spoken)
"Gusen, five oil flasks and a hooded lantern for this gent here." "Mr. Migello, it's my break time." "Nonesense, you've been out there for an hour." "Ugh, fine."
The halfling heads over and collects the items, placing them into a bundle and wrapping them in brown paper.
When Akaas is asked through body language whether he needs to purchase anything, he shakes his head politely and waits patiently for the task to begin.
"We can leave within the hour." Migello says, pulling his pants up, the belt pressing against his belly. "Once you're ready to go, meet me at the end of the block, I'll bring the trade wagon out that way."
Finlan follows behind, eager for his first mission with the group.
Headed past the group of halflings the group heads off to Migello's Miscellany.
Migello's Miscellany
Headed into the shop, the quaint exterior betrays the colourful and organised interior. Shelves are stacked with brightly coloured bottles and boxes with little bows atop them. In the centre of the room are baskets with various small goods; from adventuring gear to day-to-day things for the home. A couple of passerbys are browsing the shelves labelled "colognes", while a pair of portly halflings are sat atop a raised platform on seats, a table between them that serves as a small counter.
Akaas wanders about, looking at the different items.
Crispy looks around, browsing the wares. Sometimes she glosses over things, sometimes she takes interest in something. Eventually, she speaks up. “Hello, we are here about the escort job.”
One of the halflings, a rotund gentleman in bright silken clothes, looks over to the group, as if inspecting them briefly before responding. "Ah, excellent." He says, slipping out of his seat and wandering over to the group. "Daranest Migello, owner of this little place." He gestures to the filled shop. "So, you're the ones from the Saints guild, right? Perfect, the cart is being loaded as we speak. Lots of delicate objects needing to be transported south. Should be a fairly standard job, however there are some special perfumes and colognes that are headed through, and the locals might find them a little interesting, so make sure they keep their hands of the merchandise; unless, of course, they are paying for it." The halfling chuckles to himself.
Akaas looks around the shop. There are a lot of various items available in this shop. From standard coils of rope, to brand new sturdy hiking boots, to potions of various types, to brand new knives for the kitchen. It is quite a strange myriad of wares, but it somehow brings it all together into a convenient place.
If nothing else, Friedrych will look around the shop as well for interesting thingamajigs. If there isn't anything to be found out of the ordinary, he will observe the other customers.
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(If there are any basic gear items you want to buy from the PHB, you can purchase them here. Beyond that there are a series of perfumes, lotions, and colognes that seem to have been imported from the different nations. They vary from the 5gp bottle to having a comma in their value)
"Would you provide us with shelter for the nights on the road? Just want to ask before we go."
"Oh, right, the logistics." The portly halfling says. "Yes, your food, drink, and shelter will be provided. We just need you and your things to keep others off of our wares." He gestures to the shop shelves. "As you see, we have many wares available. I'll give you a 10% discount for anything you want to purchase for use of this mission; just don't push your luck on the purchases, Waukeen would be most displeased if you try and diddle your employers."
Chetin nods, "Thank you for your hospitality, I shall take you up on your offer then. May I purchase a hooded lantern and five flasks of oil, please?" He takes out 6 gold pieces, "And I wouldn't want to anger the goddess of trade so I shall pay the full price. After all, we shall receive payment from you after our trip together so I feel it fair if I pay full price."
Mr. Migello shakes his head. "No, I insist. Think of it as an introductory offer. Waukeen delights in free trade where it promises the chance of a return customer after all." He calls over another halfling from outside. The skinnier halfling wanders up to Mr. Migello as they have a quick chat in Halfling.
(For those who speak Halfling, the below is spoken)
"Gusen, five oil flasks and a hooded lantern for this gent here."
"Mr. Migello, it's my break time."
"Nonesense, you've been out there for an hour."
"Ugh, fine."
The halfling heads over and collects the items, placing them into a bundle and wrapping them in brown paper.
When Akaas is asked through body language whether he needs to purchase anything, he shakes his head politely and waits patiently for the task to begin.
Borg looks around the shop. "So, when are we setting off? Just so we can prepare for leaving and sort ourselves out."
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"We can leave within the hour." Migello says, pulling his pants up, the belt pressing against his belly. "Once you're ready to go, meet me at the end of the block, I'll bring the trade wagon out that way."
"Well, I don't want to stand around here not doing anything and looking at stuff I can't afford. So i'm going to head there and wait for you."
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"I will go as well," says Akaas.
During this time Finlan's been walking around the shop marveling at the exotic colognes and smells.
When he hears the group talk about waiting by the block Finlan will join them.
Crispy is close to Borg and the others. She didn't want or need anything in the shop, so decides to hang out with the main group.
Borg smiles to Crispy. "So chick, ready for more swamps?"
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"Ucchhh, not particularly." She sighs, clearly not looking forward to it. "I just barely got the mud out of my hair last night."