Between the criers, butchers, gem merhcants and all the other people roaming the marketplace, there is a young human girl sitting in between in her small merchant tent, awaiting any interested customer.
OOC Notice: All trades have to be done IC. She does not deal with Drow, Orcs, known criminals of Baldur's Gate and tieflings with visible horns or tails.
The following items have been seperated from the rest, holding a special sign " For Auction - Will close 3 days after last bid "
One bright day, an elf in a purple dress displays interest in the Rapier of Encouragement! She introduces herself as Mareth, and mentions the possibility of using it to research some kind of enchantment transfer process, seemingly very attached to the mundane rapier at her belt. Despite the collapsible appraiser's lenses visible hanging from clips behind her ears, she doesn't seem inclined to try to haggle down from the listed price.
SyntheticRose wrote:One bright day, an elf in a purple dress displays interest in the Rapier of Encouragement! She introduces herself as Mareth, and mentions the possibility of using it to research some kind of enchantment transfer process, seemingly very attached to the mundane rapier at her belt. Despite the collapsible appraiser's lenses visible hanging from clips behind her ears, she doesn't seem inclined to try to haggle down from the listed price.
"Are we speaking about a possibility or are you going to buy it, miss Mareth?"
Laya - Cookiemaster of Doron
Valaklith - Shadow of the past
A pigeon comes and lands close to the merchant, a small message tied to one of it's legs. The young girl reads the messages, scrabbles something down on its backside, and ties it bag to the pigeon's leg.
Laya - Cookiemaster of Doron
Valaklith - Shadow of the past
A young man stops at the stall and offers the young woman a tip of his hat before looking over the items on display. After some searching, his gaze stops at an amulet.
This one.
He said pointing a finger at the +4 Amulet.
Fifty bags you say? I'll take it.
Fingal Darius. Retired to Waterdeep with his wife - Might visit.
Hearing the commotion of a rivaling bid, a passing man in a broad-brimmed hat takes pause.
"One may not think it is up to contest - a price was advertised, and it was met. Early birds and worms, I'm sure we've all heard the tale. If I am mistaken in that regard, I offer 100,000 coins' worth for the amulet of hardened skin."
"...I know that kind of man / It's hard to hold the hand of anyone / Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender..."– Leonard Cohen, The Stranger Song
pegasusbuff wrote:*An elf, armored in black and red, strode forth and listened to the barter, then spoke:*
"I offer 60bags of gold for the same amulet. " (+4)
Svabodnik wrote:Hearing the commotion of a rivaling bid, a passing man in a broad-brimmed hat takes pause.
"One may not think it is up to contest - a price was advertised, and it was met. Early birds and worms, I'm sure we've all heard the tale. If I am mistaken in that regard, I offer 100,000 coins' worth for the amulet of hardened skin."
The girl looks between the two, starting to grin.
"I never mentioned that prices are not negotiable, did I? Oh, and why shouldn't it work in both ways?. Sooo.... 100.000 coins it is?"
She adresses the armored elf.
"Would you like to place another offer?"
Laya - Cookiemaster of Doron
Valaklith - Shadow of the past
