Unless there is anything unusual on display in the shop, Adira would just top off her foodstuffs and then gather with the others who are ready to leave.

After quickly realizing he probably wouldn't find what he's looking for in the shop of a man whose largest expertise fell under horseshoes, Krolbrik would try to make his way to Arasek's shop.

Krolbrik, you arrive at Arasek's shop and inquire about any weapons or armor. "Gunther!" Yelena calls, a plump-faced man peeks out from behind some shelves, "Take this, er, man, back to where we keep the weapons." The man nods and beckons you to the back of the warehouse. He produces a sturdy iron key and unlocks a room where armor weaponry appears to be strewn about willy nilly.

"Apologies for the mess," says Gunther, "I always mean to clean it up but not many folks come by here looking for weapons. What can I help you find?"

"I wish to find a greatsword," Krolbrik explained. "I am trained with many weapons, but I am most comfortable with a greatblade, and in our haste to head to Barovia I was forced to grab a pair of weapons that, while serviceable and in good condition, I am not as comfortable with. I am willing to sell some of those weapons to you in exchange for a bit of gold and the greatsword if you are so inclined. I certainly don't want to do wrong by you or render you a lopsided deal."

Scrounging through the pile, "Of course, of course, ah!" Gunther exclaims, hefting a large blade out from a pile, "Here's a fine blade for someone of your stature... this one'll run you 250 gold. What've you got to trade?"

Aka looks at his bird, and the very heavy saddle he’s carrying. Then himself. The bird. Saddle. Body. Bird. Saddle. Body. Fly. Saddle. Space. Body. Bird. (Just having some fun here.) Aka smirks. Let’s see how well you can be trained. Aka looks around for an open field of sorts, or some space to see if he can train this Murder Bird.

"Hm, let's see..."

Krolbrik takes a moment to carefully unencumbered the longsword and halberd on his person, undoing the straps that held the halberd fast to his back for easy access and the strap that held the sheathed longsword in a tough black leather scabbard; one with attention to detail could see that a blessing from Torm had been painstakingly inscribed into it.

"I have these two perfectly good weapons I can give in exchange," Krolbrik began, carefully unsheathing the longsword and holding it horizontal on his palms to allow Gunther a good look at the blade in the light, allowing the merchant to inspect both weapons for any blemishes or imperfections; if there was one thing the hobgoblin could speak of at length and with fluency, it was matters of blade, courage and the martial arts. "Please be careful handling this blade; I don't think I need to say this, but I will anyway out of courtesy: it is extremely sharp. These weapons are both in excellent condition, and I believe they would be of excellent service to you. The longsword, in particular, is one I think will fare well in a strong fighter's grasp; it was forged by dwarves, or so I was told. Dwarven steel is a good thing to have, indeed... but that weapon is a bit too small for my hands, if you follow my meaning. It might just need a quick cleaning, if you find any hints of recent use that I missed; when we arrived here in Barovia, I found myself using it against the undead."

Bala, Yelena is waiting on your response.

Adira, looking around everything here seems pretty mundane. There doesn't seem to be much in the way of interesting or magical items.

Krolbrik, Gunter gives your weapons a serious appraisal, "Iron's hard to come by, I'm afraid it'll take a little more than this. I could take these plus 75 gold pieces, unless you've got something else to trade for."

"Hmm... well, I also happen to have a cast iron pot in my possession; it's seasoned, to sweeten that deal; it has seen good care and excellent use in my family's tavern, and it comes with a lid," which Krolbrik prompty pulls out of his pack. "And I can also give you this shovel - which I also have, for some reason - that is also in good condition. As for coin, I'm afraid all I've on me is 10 gold pieces... and I certainly do not wish to short you or cause you to sell at a loss. Coming from a family of tavernkeeps, I can understand that you have a business to run." 

(Sorry)

Bala pulls out his hand crossbow and holds it up to Yelena. "Might you have a few dozen crossbow bolts for this beauty?"

Krolbrik, Gunter eyes the pot and the weapons in his arms, "Ah, very well, I think I can cut you a deal. I'll take the pot, the halberd and the sword and you're free to take this clunker here. To tell you the truth we were about to sell it for scrap, not many people around here can swing the thing, let alone afford it." he hands you the greatsword, "Take good care of it and if you're going to be in Barovia long, stay in touch, alright?"

Bala, Yelena steps behind a few shelves, emerging with three small cases, "Each one's got 20 bolts in it," she says, "and they're 5 gold a piece. We take trades too if you have anything interesting."

Ericina will go back to the inn and get sit for the others to return from their shopping trips. She will anise herself by seeing if anyone will listen to her rambling on about nature.

Once Gunter's arms were free, Krolbrik would nod and shake his hand appreciatively.

Ericina, you manage to attract the attention of the two Martikov boys you saw running around the taphouse last night, they sit with you wide-eyed as you go on about nature, "I never been out to the woods, ma'am," one of them says, "Da says it's too dangerous," the other chimes in.

Krolbrik, Gunter gives you an appreciative nod, shaking your hand, "Good doing business with you. Come back if you ever need to make a trade."

Bala reaches down to open his coin purse... and a cloud of dust puffs out. Well shucks. Well, he could excuse himself outside so he could relieve few folks of theirs. But, risking the wrath of the holy man may not do well in the long term. Time for plan B. Bala gently pokes Adria's side and, mustering the most convincing big-eyed kitty face he could, pleads, "You wouldn't mind sparing a few coin for your teammate, would you?" 

Persuasion: 23 

(Just a reminder that player-player interactions don't need to follow dice rolls)

(Hey all. I'm so sorry that I havent been very active. Its not for lack of want, I recently picked up a third job and have had 0 time to post. Or even read and catch up. I think Roux will just have to fade away in the shadows for a while, perhaps perminantly. As it stands I barely have energy to eat. It was so fun to play with y'all while I could. Hopefully when my life becomea less hectic I can play with y'all again someday. So for now this is Lefou signing out. Go kick strahds butt for me.)

(Sorry to see you go, but I totally understand,it's been good having you around and if you ever want to jump back in feel free to! Good luck with the new job :) )

Adira will roll her eyes a bit, "Okay fine, but only because this place is dangerous and you need to be armed."  She'll take out her purse and place 5gp worth of assorted coins on the counter. "We'll take one case."

"That isn't true... Well for me at least since I can turn into a bear and eat things that attack me. I think that cities are much more dangerous. The one I lived in as a child was filled with thieves and other awful people...." Ericina said as she smiled and later the boys on the head.