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

This sword will be hide from the daylight and no hero wil make a history of it deeds like any other swords ( a voice whisper in the head of the bidders )only a collector have the power of it Destiny (and then the Voice vanished)

Carl would scowl at the hearing of strange voices in the shadows, but otherwise would pay it no mind.

"Are their any other bidders on this fine sword here? Our will it go to this fine gentleman?"

Gestures to Rasta...

Carl is seen happily preparing, a fine chain shirt, a wonderfully crafted quarter staff and a dark bladed long sword for delivery. He spares many quick glances about for additional customers or would be thieves.

*Carl is seen back in the Farmlands, seemingly uncaring of the relief and repair efforts and other goings on. He set's up his stall with a new stock of wares and calls out to passerby's to have a look.*

///Updated items listed February 2, 2016.

Samn is interested in the bracers of magic use (und). He offers 10 bags for those.

Carl rubs his chin slowly, considering Samn a moment before responding.

"Aye, tis a bit low, but I'll accept it. If no one else is smart enough to see the value then they'll be yours in two days time."

*Carl and a few paid hands set up his stall in the Eastern Farmlands, he then reorganizes his goods and calls out his new wares*

///Updated March 19 and finally figured out how the whole table making stuff works!

A hooded elf gets closer to examine the wares. After some minutes she points to a pair of gloves as she raises five fingers.

//5k for the Hands of Takkok

"Michael Dunn here, I'll offer about ten large for that amulet of strength of yours."

Carl nods elf woman,
"what's your name lass? I'll mark the bid."

Turning to Michael he offers a scowl for a brief instant and shakes his head.
"Your bids too low for that amulet. I won't accept less than twenty-five and that's not increasing the coffers as it should for such a piece."

"Ah, my friend, I would be happy to offer 10 bags on that fine belt you have there," says a well dressed tiefling.

((10k on Girdle of King Violos))

chad878262 wrote:Carl nods elf woman,
"what's your name lass? I'll mark the bid."

My name? She seems a bit reluctant to tell it. She sighs and starts speaking again. My name's Myrualae good merchant

He takes down Myrualae's name for the gloves.

Looking at the tiefling he would seem to alternate between a scowl and a laugh before finally speaking in a gruff voice.

"Listen here demon kin, that belts worth five times your offer, and I won't be swindled by your kind! Make a serious offer or be on your way afore ya scare all my customers off!"

Getting red in his cheeks he would give a self-satisfied nod and turn away.

"Twenty-five then my friend."

chad878262 wrote: Looking at the tiefling he would seem to alternate between a scowl and a laugh before finally speaking in a gruff voice.

"Listen here demon kin, that belts worth five times your offer, and I won't be swindled by your kind! Make a serious offer or be on your way afore ya scare all my customers off!"

Getting red in his cheeks he would give a self-satisfied nod and turn away.

"If you insist, I'll split the difference, and offer you thirty bags. But I'll go no higher."