Soubar - Derringer Mercantile - Magic Emporium

[Progressive-Psy]

A young man walks by the stall and stops to take a look, as he is scanning the wares his gaze stops at the boots of the epic kind, a brief moment passes where the young man seems to be considering making an offer before he raises his hand to get the attention of the salesman.

Fifty bags, from Fingal Darius.

He then pulls out a small notebook of his own and puts down a few words.

//50k on the +4 boots.

[Born2BeWild]

Ugly fased dwarf walks in *Hey i need something* (pm sent)

[Svabodnik]

A man bearing a sword at each hip and wearing a broad-brimmed conical hat pauses for a moment to look over the recently added items in stock. On seeing the marked bids for the new boots, he mulls over them for a brief moment before speaking in a dry tone,

"I suppose I could use something new to line my sabatons. Hundred-thousand ought be fair – we'll see how long that stays. Mark down a 'Lloyd Meshrunner' for that. Good day."

With a stiff nod to the shopkeeper, he turns to make his leave.

((OoC: 100,000 gp bid on the Exquisite Boots.))

[Sputnik]

Agatha pipes up during a small lull in business.
"Only a few short hours left until these fine boots are gone for good!
The high bid is only 100 bags; make these last hours count!" She motions to the Exquisite Boots in a display case.

OOC: Current high bid: Svabodnik - 100k
Auction ends today at 14:45 GMT

[Tsidkenu]

A witch donned in black, pointy hat and all, stopped by Derringer Mercantile today. She seemed fascinated by the 'big stick' in stock and wished to purchase it immediately.

[Sputnik]

The shopkeep can be seen locking the Exquisite Boots away inside the tent.
She returns to the bench and places a small sign up. 'Auction Closed'

Agatha greets the dark-clad woman with a grin. "Ah, I had half a mind to buy it for myself." she winks. "Business is good though, so I can't really complain. One moment Miss."

The pair of guardsmen exchange a curious glance, one giving a small shrug.
Agatha then returns with a polished cherrywood staff "Here you are Miss. That will be 4,500 gold coins please."

[VDub]

NEW
--Periapt of the Lost Witch--
Amulet - +1 deflection AC, +4 saves vs. mind-affecting, 28 spell resistance
3,500 GP

Solomon sees the amulet and calls the seller over.

"I'd like to purchase this amulet, Miss. Three and a half bags is the cost?"

He awaits his answer...


///edited, OMG I'm sorry.

[Sputnik]

The woman tending the shop wrinkles her nose at the man's use of pronouns, but does not correct him.

"That's right. Only three and a half bags and it's yours." ..she says in a honey-sweet voice, holding it up for him to see.

// OOC: We can meet IG tonight after 0200 GMT //

[Sputnik]

Mr. Derringer meets with Jackard Marks and Solomon Peyton of the Rocky Creek Trade Company.
They head into the Winding Way tavern for a time, and Solomon is seen leaving with a new amulet.

[Sputnik]

Vaelen is seen bringing in new stock.
He seems in high spirits as he chats with his shopkeep, Agatha.

*Inventory updated!*

[chad878262]

*A letter bearing the personal mark of Finneaus Du'Veil comes addressed to Mr. Derringer*

Mr. Derringer,

I can be in Soubar within the next few days as other priorities keep me in the city for now. However, I would be happy to purchase the Boots of Etherealness, the Broken Staff and the Helm of Intellect.

Respectfully,

Finneaus Du'Veil

[electric mayhem]

During a regional trade run, she'd stop by the shop and approach the vendor in a courteous manner.
"Well met Madam, the name be Claret, I'd like to buy those two cloaks there. As well as that pretty headband. I'll offer yer 50 standard trade weight bags of the gold coins yersee, for tha' lot."

--Cloak of Displacement--
Displacement (9) 3/day
5,000 GP *2 in stock*

Headband of Intellect +4
Helmet - +4 Intelligence
Opening bid: 30,000 GP

[Svabodnik]

A man in a dingy bandana and massive saber swinging from one hip approaches and regards the wares. He hums a light tune as his eyes pass over the goods, and after a short while, finally speaks up.

"Name's Cowen, pleased ta meetcha. That ring looks mighty fine there, suppose I could drop some coin for that. And after last night, I'm seriously considerin' my ability to think clearly. How about a trice over the previous bid on the smarty-pants band?"

((OoC: 90,000 gp bid on Headband of Intellect +4; buying the Ring of Might (+2 STR/+2 CON/-5 Cold) for 6,500 gp.))

[Rudolph]

A bespectacled oldish lady walks by and turns her monkey-like face to the wares.

"It's not exactly what I want, but it does have a shine to it and will do in a pinch. I'll take Krannog's Golden Ring for the 7 bags, sir, if you please!"

[electric mayhem]

Claret would sidle on over.

"Well, seeing as me offer got misinterpreted by someone imagining numbers out o' thin air.
I'll skip with the pleasantries in regards to the Headband. 180 bags o' std trade weight be the offer.
And a further 10 for both o the cloaks I pointed to earlier.
What say yeh? We 'ave a deal?"