On the 26th of Leaffall 1353 DR a young woman with light auburn hair down to her cheeks set up a makeshift booth by the market in the farmlands outside the East Gate district. She could first be seen bringing a small table, then hammering a sign into the ground by the corner of the table.
The sign read "Enchanted Armor for Sale!" and two lists were nailed on to hang from the bottom; a list of wands and a list of potions. She called out to any adventurous or fighting types passing by, waving her arms with flair.
"Enchanted armor for sale! Buy my armor and live forever!"
"Magic wands, get your magic wands!"
"Potions! Mix in a little juice or wine and they won't be that bad, honestly..." She frowns a little and goes on. "I mean..."
"Enchanted armor for sale!"
Should anyone inquire about the cost of the armor she would take bids starting at 40 trade notes, bars, or bags of coin maticulately counted and weighed. Should no one else make a better bid within a single day the armor would be sold.
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"They're just furry and misunderstood."
"Is that why you are killing them?"
"Yes. They will atone in death."
"Ah. That will help them understand."
A female completely covered in full plate, helm and all paused and turned her head slightly to observe the one calling. She stepped over and held up enough to be weighed for fifty bags with saying little.
The tradeswoman beamed a smile at the armored mute.
"You know what, I'm not even half patient enough to stand around here all day, let alone set up shop tomorrow. Unless someone tops it within the next few hours consider it yours and I'll head off to the Elfsong to see how much of it I can drink away before the morn!"
She cleared her throat, blushing a little as for whatever reason she straightened her shirt.
"Celebrate, I mean I'll celebrate."
"They're just furry and misunderstood."
"Is that why you are killing them?"
"Yes. They will atone in death."
"Ah. That will help them understand."
There was a light chuckle of amusement at the antics of the woman as she moved to stand off to the side of the stall. An armored hand rested upon the hilt of the blade at her hip, the dark shield that glimmered like a gemstone was strapped to her left arm.
