The store owner gives 9 a critical, untrusting eye for a moment before answering her,"Are you a locksmith? No offense but strangers that come through looking to pick locks are generally up to no good. I might have something in back, but I rather not sell you anything you might use to clean out my cash box."
Seeing Moira waiting on him with a lantern in hand the elf behind the counter gives a gruff sigh before heading through a doorway with only a blanket blocking sight into whatever rear storeroom he had back there. After a few minutes he returns with a couple of containers in his hands which he places below the counter first before placing a glass mason jar onto the counter itself. Moira could see the jar was filled with a lime solution well suited for the tanning process.
"Alright, the lantern will run you 5 gold, while the lime I can give you for an added gold. 6 gold in total, and you mentioned something about exchanging copper coins?"
”Sounds good but I think we will get all our supplies together. Unfortunately we have a whole lot of copper to pay you with and if we could get the rest converted to gold that would be great. So could we add the lock-picks. We aren’t locksmiths but rest assured we will not be using them for any illegal activity.”
Nemeia, who had been looking at the various tools in the shop speaks up, "Do you have anything to work with gemstones and other jewelry?"
She then spends time wondering through the store looking for anything that could be used as parts for a larger version of some of her animal friends she creates.
"Since you service miners, have anything dealing with explosives such as a hand cannon or explosive tube?"
Nemeia presents the copper they're intending to pay with and hopefully exchange some to larger coins.
“How rude of you. We are adventurers of sorts. And we might need to open a chest or two. So, do you have them or not?”, 9 talks with a tone of an annoyed customer p, if you ever saw one. She approaches a couple steps closer to the counter, unpatiently piercing the elf with her gaze.
The two elves glared at each other for a moment before the store owner groaned loudly and pulled out a small leather roll from behind the counter setting it in front of 9,"Very well, but you're not locksmiths so the price is 30 gold, take it or leave it." From there he looked back up at Nemeia and added, "No I don't have anything explosive like that, that would be mad. If you need mining supplies I have plenty of picks, axes, rope, bags, and a number of things that you can use. I also have some jeweler's tools if that's what you'd prefer."
“30 gold? 30? Most people don’t even see a fraction of that in their lives. Keep it, merchant.”, her tone shifted from annoyed to disgusted while she pronounced the last word. She turned around and started for the door, “I’ll be at the blacksmith’s”., she makes her way towards the blacksmith, taking in a deep breath and calming herself down along the way.
Witt watches everyone as they discuss, haggle and in some cases agree their purchase. If they look at him, he just shrugs. I don't really think I need anything right now. I suppose the only thing I need is to find my way back to the caravan master at some point. I hope he's not too worried about me. It will be great to tell him about our adventure!
(This is still the same day that we arrived in town, right? Did Gerald say when the caravan would be leaving?)
Watching 9 rush out of the store the other elf sighs and places the leather roll he had pulled out back underneath the counter. He then looks back up at Nemeia asking her,"So are you interested in those jeweler's tools? I can tell you right now that will probably run you 25 gold, which is a fair price for precision tools I might add."
Meanwhile, outside 9 would have little trouble finding the blacksmith. Several buildings up the street from the general store you'd see a larger then average building with large barn style doors opened up wide to allow air to pass through to avoid building up too much heat from the central forge. Indeed in addition to a fairly large forge in the center of the building, you can see several other tools, racks, anvils, and other implements that one might expect from a blacksmith. However at the moment you don't see anyone in there. The forge is lit but currently not burning very hot.
9 will venture in, carefully stepping and looking around, “Anybody in here?“, she steps outside once she asks this question near the anvil. Never liked heat. Would rather die frozen than burnt to crisp. She though to herself while standing in the cool of the outside and rotating the fang and tongue of the snake in her hand.
From somewhere in the back of the shop a voice calls out,"Ah ... sorry! I'll be right out ... uh, one moment please!"As that moment passes a large figure begins to emerge from behind the forge as a very tall half orc woman wearing a blacksmith's apron and a simple sleeveless shirt walks up to the front of the shop."Hello there. Sorry about that, I was getting ready to close up, I didn't think I'd have any other visitors today at this hour. Oh! But not that I mind or anything, it's fine really, ... um, what can I do for you?"The half-orc's voice was weirdly shy given her massive, muscular stature. Her dark hair was currently tied back into a dirty ponytail, her green skin was tanned and weathered from years of work, large tusks seemed to curve outward from underneath her bottom lip. She placed one hand atop the other low against her apron as she regarded 9 politely. This put the full length of her heavy muscled arms on display and it was clear this woman had a great deal of experience as a smith.
”I‘m sorry for my friend’s shortness. We have had a bit of a trying day. We were attacked by a giant snake.”
She hefts the skin on her shoulder. “Then we cleared a bunch of goblins out of the mine. And really charging so much just because we aren’t locksmiths is a bit odd. If we could get the set for a fair price I would be happy to get it.”
9 steps closer to her extending her arm, “9. Pleasure to meet you. I wondered if you could make something useful out of these?”, she holds up the tongue and fang in the other hand. Her eyes are fixed on those of her newly met contact, though they were quick to examine her up and down as she approached 9 from the back of the shop. Impressive. She thought. But she saw her share of muscle in the past, and was wiser than to judge a character only by their physical appearance. She looked at the half-orc with her usual cold stare, waiting to see what will become of this conversation.
Nemeia nods at the shop keepers offer. "I understand," she says. She does the conversion on how much she currently has in copper coin and realizes her cut of that share wouldn't be enough for her to make the purchase. She frowns and says, "It seems I don't have enough yet. I will come back when I'm able to come up with the coin."
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The elf shopkeeper at the general store regarded Moira casually for a moment,"That's very impressive, I'm sure, but I can promises you my prices are very much fair. I get many adventurers that pass through so I know this is an affordable price. I have a business to run after all."
If Moirawants to haggle with him roll a Persuasion check.
Meanwhile back at the blacksmith...
The massive half-orc seemed somewhat intimidated by 9's cold presence, still she reached out and shook 9's offered hand very carefully as if she was worried she might break something. She gave 9 a shy smile though her tusks as she spoke,"Oh, hello. Nine was it? ... I-It's nice to meet you too, I'm Morian. Well everyone just calls me Mary, so that's fine too."She takes a moment to look at the fang and tongue in 9's possession before continuing."Oh, I see. I'm guessing you ran into one of our local carnivorous neighbors out in the swamp. Um ... let me see. We're you just looking to make something just functional or sentimental? Or are you interested in using this to make something more magical?"
Sorahad just one drink with Sdrueg after giving him the news before heading back to find the rest of the group and seeing what trouble they could get into. On her way down she passed close to the blacksmith and noticed 9 standing there next to the large half-orc. Curiosity won out and she decided to head over and see how things were going.
"Hey 9! How goes the shopping so far? You guys have any luck getting what you wanted?" She asked as she walked up with a friendly smile.
The store owner gives 9 a critical, untrusting eye for a moment before answering her, "Are you a locksmith? No offense but strangers that come through looking to pick locks are generally up to no good. I might have something in back, but I rather not sell you anything you might use to clean out my cash box."
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Moira
Moira grabs a Lantern, Hooded and waits for the elf to return with the lime.
Seeing Moira waiting on him with a lantern in hand the elf behind the counter gives a gruff sigh before heading through a doorway with only a blanket blocking sight into whatever rear storeroom he had back there. After a few minutes he returns with a couple of containers in his hands which he places below the counter first before placing a glass mason jar onto the counter itself. Moira could see the jar was filled with a lime solution well suited for the tanning process.
"Alright, the lantern will run you 5 gold, while the lime I can give you for an added gold. 6 gold in total, and you mentioned something about exchanging copper coins?"
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Moira
”Sounds good but I think we will get all our supplies together. Unfortunately we have a whole lot of copper to pay you with and if we could get the rest converted to gold that would be great. So could we add the lock-picks. We aren’t locksmiths but rest assured we will not be using them for any illegal activity.”
Nemeia, who had been looking at the various tools in the shop speaks up, "Do you have anything to work with gemstones and other jewelry?"
She then spends time wondering through the store looking for anything that could be used as parts for a larger version of some of her animal friends she creates.
"Since you service miners, have anything dealing with explosives such as a hand cannon or explosive tube?"
Nemeia presents the copper they're intending to pay with and hopefully exchange some to larger coins.
“How rude of you. We are adventurers of sorts. And we might need to open a chest or two. So, do you have them or not?”, 9 talks with a tone of an annoyed customer p, if you ever saw one. She approaches a couple steps closer to the counter, unpatiently piercing the elf with her gaze.
The two elves glared at each other for a moment before the store owner groaned loudly and pulled out a small leather roll from behind the counter setting it in front of 9, "Very well, but you're not locksmiths so the price is 30 gold, take it or leave it." From there he looked back up at Nemeia and added, "No I don't have anything explosive like that, that would be mad. If you need mining supplies I have plenty of picks, axes, rope, bags, and a number of things that you can use. I also have some jeweler's tools if that's what you'd prefer."
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“30 gold? 30? Most people don’t even see a fraction of that in their lives. Keep it, merchant.”, her tone shifted from annoyed to disgusted while she pronounced the last word. She turned around and started for the door, “I’ll be at the blacksmith’s”., she makes her way towards the blacksmith, taking in a deep breath and calming herself down along the way.
Witt watches everyone as they discuss, haggle and in some cases agree their purchase. If they look at him, he just shrugs. I don't really think I need anything right now. I suppose the only thing I need is to find my way back to the caravan master at some point. I hope he's not too worried about me. It will be great to tell him about our adventure!
(This is still the same day that we arrived in town, right? Did Gerald say when the caravan would be leaving?)
Watching 9 rush out of the store the other elf sighs and places the leather roll he had pulled out back underneath the counter. He then looks back up at Nemeia asking her, "So are you interested in those jeweler's tools? I can tell you right now that will probably run you 25 gold, which is a fair price for precision tools I might add."
Meanwhile, outside 9 would have little trouble finding the blacksmith. Several buildings up the street from the general store you'd see a larger then average building with large barn style doors opened up wide to allow air to pass through to avoid building up too much heat from the central forge. Indeed in addition to a fairly large forge in the center of the building, you can see several other tools, racks, anvils, and other implements that one might expect from a blacksmith. However at the moment you don't see anyone in there. The forge is lit but currently not burning very hot.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
9 will venture in, carefully stepping and looking around, “Anybody in here?“, she steps outside once she asks this question near the anvil. Never liked heat. Would rather die frozen than burnt to crisp. She though to herself while standing in the cool of the outside and rotating the fang and tongue of the snake in her hand.
From somewhere in the back of the shop a voice calls out, "Ah ... sorry! I'll be right out ... uh, one moment please!" As that moment passes a large figure begins to emerge from behind the forge as a very tall half orc woman wearing a blacksmith's apron and a simple sleeveless shirt walks up to the front of the shop. "Hello there. Sorry about that, I was getting ready to close up, I didn't think I'd have any other visitors today at this hour. Oh! But not that I mind or anything, it's fine really, ... um, what can I do for you?" The half-orc's voice was weirdly shy given her massive, muscular stature. Her dark hair was currently tied back into a dirty ponytail, her green skin was tanned and weathered from years of work, large tusks seemed to curve outward from underneath her bottom lip. She placed one hand atop the other low against her apron as she regarded 9 politely. This put the full length of her heavy muscled arms on display and it was clear this woman had a great deal of experience as a smith.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Moira
”I‘m sorry for my friend’s shortness. We have had a bit of a trying day. We were attacked by a giant snake.”
She hefts the skin on her shoulder. “Then we cleared a bunch of goblins out of the mine. And really charging so much just because we aren’t locksmiths is a bit odd. If we could get the set for a fair price I would be happy to get it.”
9 steps closer to her extending her arm, “9. Pleasure to meet you. I wondered if you could make something useful out of these?”, she holds up the tongue and fang in the other hand. Her eyes are fixed on those of her newly met contact, though they were quick to examine her up and down as she approached 9 from the back of the shop. Impressive. She thought. But she saw her share of muscle in the past, and was wiser than to judge a character only by their physical appearance. She looked at the half-orc with her usual cold stare, waiting to see what will become of this conversation.
Nemeia nods at the shop keepers offer. "I understand," she says. She does the conversion on how much she currently has in copper coin and realizes her cut of that share wouldn't be enough for her to make the purchase. She frowns and says, "It seems I don't have enough yet. I will come back when I'm able to come up with the coin."
edited to adjust movement to blacksmith post coin conversion
The elf shopkeeper at the general store regarded Moira casually for a moment, "That's very impressive, I'm sure, but I can promises you my prices are very much fair. I get many adventurers that pass through so I know this is an affordable price. I have a business to run after all."
If Moira wants to haggle with him roll a Persuasion check.
Meanwhile back at the blacksmith...
The massive half-orc seemed somewhat intimidated by 9's cold presence, still she reached out and shook 9's offered hand very carefully as if she was worried she might break something. She gave 9 a shy smile though her tusks as she spoke, "Oh, hello. Nine was it? ... I-It's nice to meet you too, I'm Morian. Well everyone just calls me Mary, so that's fine too." She takes a moment to look at the fang and tongue in 9's possession before continuing. "Oh, I see. I'm guessing you ran into one of our local carnivorous neighbors out in the swamp. Um ... let me see. We're you just looking to make something just functional or sentimental? Or are you interested in using this to make something more magical?"
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Sora had just one drink with Sdrueg after giving him the news before heading back to find the rest of the group and seeing what trouble they could get into. On her way down she passed close to the blacksmith and noticed 9 standing there next to the large half-orc. Curiosity won out and she decided to head over and see how things were going.
"Hey 9! How goes the shopping so far? You guys have any luck getting what you wanted?" She asked as she walked up with a friendly smile.
Moira
”Looks like it will just be the lantern and the lime for now. And gold for the rest of the copper please?”
The elf shopkepper nods, "Very well, and how much copper would you like to exchange?"
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
~~~~ "We've 50 gold worth. We'd gladly accept however much you're able to convert"