BG/FAI/Doron - Moire's Import - Export - Transport - OPEN

[lum]

She adds an advertisement on 4th tier melee weapons to her list, adding it's the current price...

[Miyuki]

Indeed Moire and her search for employees would find an interest. A woman all dressed in blue would try to meet her, asking if it is still actual.

[lum]

As the Sun Elf seems busy noting down orders and getting things packed for transport, she would hear out the blue-clad woman before asking her over for tea in a more private atmosphere, and discuss the options.

[Tsidkenu]

After being forwarded to find Moire by one Nixidea, a heavily armoured woman with raven hair milled about the Friendly Arm Inn until she caught sight of the next caravan arriving with both Moire and one of her shipments laying over for the evening, presumably.

"So you are Moira?" she asked her.

"Greetings on this late hour," she smiled economically, "although I never seem to sleep. I'm Moire," she corrected her, "Moire Rouge, Assistant of the Merchant's Friend. I take it you are looking me up for my services?"

"Yes, I did speak to your colleague once, Nixidea. She said this was one place you. . . frequented. Ahem. Anyway. Campaigner's Boots. I should like a pair."

"Aha, I know those, they are in my example advertisement. It's a sort of promotion that lasts until it ceases to last," she remarked with a faint smile and nodded. "126,000 for a pair."

"Alright. When can I get them?"

She held her palm up. "If you hand the gold, I take care of it right now," she replied, motioning to the caravan behind her.

"Do you accept money orders? First Bank of Baldur's Gate."

"I believe in direct payments and instantly smiling customers," she said while pushing up the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Yes, well roughly the same thing." She wrote out a deed for her to collect from the First Bank.

"This will do just fine," she replied after checking. "Campaigner's boots then it is." After a momentary rummage, she held them out triumphantly, handing them over. "And there we go. Fine quality I think, myself."

"Wonderful," the armoured woman remarked, albeit somewhat dryly. Perhaps her usual manner?

"If there is anything else I can help you with later on, please do find me. It's not hard as most merchants around know about me."

"Mmm. Appreciated."

"And I happen to visit some every day, so they may be able to tell you where I am. The FAI and Doron inn are two places I have rented a small personal quarters."

"You may hear from me again, but for today my business is concluded."

She nodded. "Golden day to you, miss."

And with that, the armoured individual departed with her new boots.

[Llapgoch]

A note is left at the inn for when the caravan next arrives.

"I would inquire as to the sword called the Nine Lives Stealer might be available for purchase. Payment is of course, not a problem.

High Priestess Oolosseos"

[lum]

She would note down the order and underlines that she gets it with the next if enough orders.

((pm sent

[Miyuki]

As the Sun Elf seems busy noting down orders and getting things packed for transport, she would hear out the blue-clad woman before asking her over for tea in a more private atmosphere, and discuss the options.

And she would still be waiting to meet with Moire. One would have to know where or when, but she would be there.

[lum]

Moire would 4 new items at the bottom of the list. Notes that these can be delivered almost right away.

[Shadow Storm]

A halfling woman wearing a purple cloak approaches and shows an interest in the Gem of Glitterdepth. If asked for the gold, she produces a sack of coin.

[lum]

She notes down the order, estimates a time of delivery and would accept/ask for a deposit.

((pm sent

[AlfarinIcebreaker]

A dwarf by the name Thogrim places an order for Melodic Chainmail.

[lum]

Moire agrees on a timing for said order.

Pm sent//

[lum]

Moire updates some of her prices, and puts up the latest examples of items again after they seemed to have fallen off her board somehow.

[TeoDeathDealer]

A rather tough looking and ragged female hin approaches. "Hey, want one of those wetstones", bellows out Nix.

[lum]

The Sun Elf would note it down and agree upon delivery


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