Thralas Vialadon - Roaringshore - Dusty Tome - CLOSED

[illithid]

A weathered elf stands amongst the other market traders holding a single old book, he gauges the potential clientèle from their garb and their poise, flashing a charming smile to some and not others, and showing the old book to but a few looking worthy.

//Dusty tome for auction

[illithid]

"Here, here, a man of wealth and taste"...

"And you a budding apprentice of the blackstaff"...

"Ahh a woman of the world, knowing exactly what she wants"...

"Would you care to unlock the secrets of the past? perhaps written by the famed mages of Netheril, or the Dragons of the Sunset Mountains, who knows, not I, but you perhaps....?"

[Tiberis79]

"20 bags for the tome," Lannia offers, "Being that you do not know if it holds a name yet."

[illithid]

Done!

[electric mayhem]

A tubby dwarf would wander by enquiring whether it is still fer sale.
"If'n yer wee journal be still fer sale, oi'll give yer thirty bags o' standard trade weight fer it." ((30 bags)).

[illithid]

The deal is already done dwarf, if you're quicker next time you may stand a chance

[electric mayhem]

*Grumbling to himself in response to the closing* Tha's gotta be one o' tha' shortest auctions oi 'eard of. An' oi know a thing o' two 'bout bein' short. *nodding politely with a smile* Best'o'luck to yeh. *Walks off*.