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

"Both bids accepted. 40 bags for one, 75 for the other. Now let's see if anyone wishes to raise that!"

A woman in a brown cloak and hood covering her face down to her green cat-like eyes carefully peruses.

"A fine sale you have here. How about 40 bags for this ring ((charisma +3, 3rd,4th circle bonus spells)) and 30 bags for this helmet ((dex +3))?"

Draviir looks at the new-comer, "30 bags is acceptable for the helm and you can have it now for that price, but in good faith I cannot start the bidding for the ring at less than 75 bags. It is quite powerful in the right hands after all ..."

The woman taps her finger to her lips a moment.

"All right, 75 bags for the ring then"

((75,000 ring +3 cha, 3rd, 4th circle bonus spells))

*The Dwarf spits a glob of green saliva to one side. Taking the malachite from his mouth, he continues*
"Eighty thousand.."

A hin wearing white clothes and a white hat with a red feather stops at the stall a day later. "I'm here for that ring, lovely one, it's 'ard laying out traps in the snow, forget where they are y'know" "Oh? Outbid?" *taps her foot* "Alright, well 50 bags then" before walking off.

"Ninety," she counters. The hin unfurls her bed roll next to the merchant's stall and lays down on it, chewing on some jerky to pass the time and sate her hunger as she waits for the dwarf to make his next grotesque gesture, not that she seems phased by it at all.

The young man tilts his head looking thoughtful as he considers his next move, he then raises a hand and

Sixty bags.

Draviir, seemingly to himself, states "Very good ... so far we have the following bids ..." He then goes on to describe the item, highest bidder and price.

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Current high bids:
Progressive-Psy - 60 000 - Ring, Disable Device/Set Traps/Search/UMD +4
Nightingale - 30 000 - Helm, Dex +3 READY TO COLLECT/SOLD
Nightingale - 75 000 - Ring, Chr +3, Sorc spells 3rd/4th
Tsidkenu - 90 000 - Ring, Dex +3, Reflex +2, Hide/Move Silently +1

The mucky Dwarf takes out a box filled with small rocks and gemstones, fingering through them with a grin on his face.
"Ninety five" he offers, selecting a lozenge shaped opal and popping it in his mouth

The hin, who was now playing a solo card game to pass the time, looked up when she was counterbid.

"A hundred thousand," she replied after giving the dwarf a cautious, narrow-eyed glance. She then rummaged in her pack and took out some goose feathers and a knife and started splitting them down the shaft and trimming the vanes to form fletching, which she slowly sorts into neat piles of three.

The Dwarf closes his eyes, slowly grinding his teeth around the precious black stone.
"mmmmmhhh . . 'undred and ten" he mutters, digging more bags of coin from his ample pack.

A dwarf approaches the stand and after a few minutes he makes offers on two items that have caught his eye "what do yer say t'forty bags fer the plate that stops yer gettin cooked?" (plate +4 with fire resistance 40bags)

"and another forty bags fer that big shield." (tower shield +4)

Me name is Drellgarn

A slender Elf lass places a bid on an item " I would like to make an offer of 35bags for that ring that aids ones agility" (ring of dex+3, +2 reflex saves, +1 HS/MS
My name is Wisp

"Ey, longears," the halfling quips at the elf, "zhe bid is at one hundred and twenty thousand for zhat von. Now." She gives the dwarf a ner-ner grin and goes back to making fletching.