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

A parchment is tacked to the bulletin board outside the auction house under the name Sam Smith.

Mithral Full Plate for Sale

A fine set of unused full plate, crafted from famed mithral ore, can be yours for a fair price. Please post your best offer here with your name and method of contact. I will respond and contact you directly should your offer be sufficient.

Trade accepted to increase offer amounts.

(( Not looking for things to resell, but would accept items for a Duelist build into the payment. DEX/INT items, good clothing, nice ring, short sword, or belt are at the top of my list! ))

A response is posted below the notice.

I'll offer 100 bags for the suit of armor.

- Finneaus Du'Veil
Sword Coast Commercial Exchange

*A woman with unusually large, amber-brown eyes steps forward. He smile is vibrant, and her long white hair swirls around her almost unnaturally. With a sort of tender vulnerability, color rises to her cheeks sprite-like features.*

"I will make that 110 bags, good sir," She blushes harder at the man that made the first bid and smiles apologetically, "My name is Linela, if you please."

A tall, scruffy hin strolls up to the auction message board. He reviews the wares, landing on the mithral full plate. He frowns and spits black pipeweed spit on the ground.

"Not s'much as oi'd 'oped fer. Fair offers, but fer 'olesale rates," he remarks quietly. "I'll take the 'ighest bid if oi must, but fink oi'll let it go a bit longer and see what 'appens. Oh! Moight as well add this 'ere ..."

He tags an addendum onto the original note:
"Trade accepted to increase offer amounts."
(( Not looking for things to resell, but would accept items for a Duelist build into the payment. DEX/INT items, good clothing, nice ring, short sword, or belt are at the top of my list! ))

A well armored figure emerges and lifts a gloved paw, speaking with a strange accent. "One hundred and twenty"

She considers carefully. Looking skyward a moment. Amber eyes watch the afternoon storm rolling in.



"hmm," she taps her lips and looks back down to the dwarf, "I am sorry the offered price disappoints. It is all I have on me and was worth a try."

She nods to the man who out-bid her and adds with a pleasant smile, "But who knows, perhaps you will do better with patience. Fare thee well."

The auctioneer scans the crowd. "One and twenty going once ... one and twenty going twice ..."

"SOLD ... to the well-armored figure with the ... paw?"

(( PM sent ))