Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Shea ponders a moment, then grins mischievously.

"Make that eighteen grand and you've got yourself a deal, Rukk."

Rukk makes an odd expression of confusion and understanding.

"Aye, I can do eighteen thousand"

After being informed that the man named Rukk won't show up to finish the trade she updates her list again (Full plate and Periapt of WIS available again).
In addition she now offers a seriously odd stave.

Updated flyers announcing an auction for a special item are replacing the previous flyers.

A wood elf female with a bow strapped to her back stops by.

"I'll offer 15 bags for this longbow."

//15,000 for longbow of nocking

Shea grins widely.

"And since this is exactly the price I ask for it you just got yourself a new bow."

(( contact me IG for a meeting/trade, player login = forum name ))

New flyers are popping up at Wyrms Crossing, the Arm, Nashkel, Gullykin - even Roaringshore and Soubar are receiving some.

((First post updated))

A elder dwarf walks by the red haired woman and eyes the axe... "This is perfect for me craft." Kilinar takes a swig of some ale and calmly puts the empty pouch in his pack.. "Er, I'll off ye 350 bags for dat axe of yours." The dwarf then strolls away in need of some more ale.

///350k for the epic skullcleaver

There is an updated version of the flyers spreading around, announcing that the highest bid for the axe is now 350.000 gold and that there are higher bids possible only for a short time.

((Auction running for another 8 hours without new bids.))

A large and imposing Gray Orc stomps forward.

"Give yus much gold, mus take axe!", the dark skinned orc exclaims before throwing down four bags of gold.

(Bid is 400k)

Shea would shake her head.

"I am forced to refuse your offer."

She then points to a certain note at the document.

The Orc begins to snarl threateningly toward the merchant, fixing his malevolent gaze upon the woman.

"Oi, don't ye be worrin bout dat one right dere, him bes all bark and no kibble!", a one eyed shield dwarf says walking up. "Wot if meh be makin such an offer, can't be refusin by deh count o' meh bein so andsome, eh!?!", he cements his position while roaring into laughter, 4 bags of gold on his shoulder.

Shea glances between the dwarf and the orc, then - after a few more moments - finally nods.

"Four hundred thousand gold. Noted."

Once again the flyers are updated.

Kilinar walks by seeing the axe still available. "Damn Orcs an der frens ...". He mutters to himself. "750 bags er gold den."

///750k for the epic skullcleaver