[Friendly Arm Inn/Nashkel/The Gate] Dunn Wares

[YourMoveHolyMan]

He wanders by and spots the note and adds to it,

"600 large and they're yours, or come find me and we'll haggle a trade."

~Captain Dunn

[Flatted Fifth]

180 bags for the Snow Tiger helm. And what items are you looking for for the mace?

-Siobhan of Roaringshore

[YourMoveHolyMan]

180 bags for the Snow Tiger helm. And what items are you looking for for the mace?

-Siobhan of Roaringshore

"Deal on the helm, and as for the mace, you can send a list of things you've got to trade. Just write a letter to me at the Dancing Lights in Nashkel or agree to meet."

~Captain Dunn

[YourMoveHolyMan]

Some things change, other stay the same.

The wind takes all in the end.

[klinx]

A gnome in plate clinks up to peruse the wares. His eyes stop as he looks over the helmets. "This one here", he points at the bull-like helmet, "How much ya askin' for it?".

//Interested in the bull-headed helmet

[YourMoveHolyMan]

"That helm? Yours for fifty large chief."

[klinx]

The gnome thinks for a moment and nods, * I can do that price if you don't mind holdin' it for a few for me. Just need to move some old armaments and collect on some jobs owes".

[klinx]

Fodoric Babbage, the gnome, comes back a few days later with a large satchel of coin clinking in his pack. He hoists his satchel on the trade table, "Here ya go, fifty large ones"

[YourMoveHolyMan]

//greataxe added