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

Sitting out-front of the friendly arms inn, an elf has a couple of items laid out in front of him for auction.

Bone Ring
Bonus spell slot: Cleric Level 2
Bonus spell slot: Cleric Level 3
Improved saving throws death +2
Improved saving throws Negative energy +2

Sold

Artimee Tateslyfe, the Procurer of Tales, known by most as Artim, approaches the seller with an easy going look of interest, in what is offered this day, and in this place.

"Good sir, good elf...what have you here? A blessed belt, a girdle no less. Not just a thing to keep the trousers up above the rear...but an artifact of holy might to let any wise faithful stay true during a test."

Artim smiles.

"This is truly something fit for the Mirari, no doubt sits in my mind...I will offer you a bid, shall you give my a moment of your time?"

Artim now chuckles, considering his own words about time to give...from an elf.

"Let me offer fifty bags of coin in this moment. And we shall see to what end this comes!"

A priestess in enameled red plate passes outside the walls of the Friendly Arm and takes note of the elf's wares.

"Well now, that girdle would well fit my needs for enhanced blessings. Plus a gal can always stand to incorporate garb with such a waist-slimming effect, eh?"

She attempts a smile, appearing somewhat awkward given here typically severe expression.

"I will pledge seventy-five bags for this fine girdle. Seek out Vyrana Ravenmoor should you deign to complete this exchange. I have currently taken up lodging in Nashkell."

The priestess continues south along the Tradeway, long crimson cape trailing behind.

An armored blonde saunters by and notices the bidding on the girdle.

"Hey there. I wouldn't mind some waist-slimming either. Nor help with my praying stance. I'd give 90 bags for that girdle of holy might."

A representative of the Order of the Red Moon approaches and bids one hundred bags on the girdle.

The elf updates the current bid "If no one offers more within a couple of days the belt is yours."

A page from the Radiant Heart delivers a bid on the belt for a hundred and fifty bags.

Marianne frowns.

"Hmph. I've seen that red moon sigil before. And now a radiant heart as well? Anyways, 170 bags from me!"

The representative returns and bids two hundred bags.

The page increases the bid to two hundred and twenty.

"An orange man wishing to remain anonymous has increased the mid to 230"

The page increases the bid to two hundred and fifty.

anonymous increased up to two seventy.

"Well now this is starting to get high, Three hundred thousand."

Increased to three ten by anonymous