CB's Pathfinder Beta -- Burnt Offerings

Back at the Garrison headquarters, Corporal Blackard welcomes the group and answers their query, "Shalelu's gone down to Vinder's General Store to procure supplies. If you hurry, you might could catch her before she leaves--I think it were rations she was after, in preparation for a bit of a trek out into the Hinterlands."
 

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jkason

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Tac Abor, human rogue

Tac nods his thanks.

"To the store, then," he says with a smile. "You know, I can't say as I've ever been shopping so often in one day without buying something," the young man says with a chuckle.
 

Shayuri

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Talashia nods at the corporal and hurries out towards the store, intent on catching this person while they're still here, if at all possible.
 

Walking Dad

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Sivan

Sivan hustles behind the others, thinking about leaving his armor somewhere behind. No, it is also a symbol and we have to be ever vigilant, he thinks to himself.
 

[sblock=Taran, Tac]Owned and operated by Ven Vinder and his family, Sandpoint's oldest and best-stocked general store has a little bit of everything--farm equipment, weapons, tack, tools, furniture, food, and even homemade pies oby Ven's wife Solsta. Ven even keeps a shocking supply of alchohol in his basement, although a customer has to ask to see the "wine cellar" before Ven'll admit to his special stock. Ven has a particular fondness for harsh bitter grog and rotgut imported from places as far as the orc city of Urglin. His true pride, is his daughters, whom he dotes upon.[/sblock]Rows of neatly ordered shelving units filled with foodstores, tack, farm equipment, and the odd weapon greet Sivan, Elyra, Talashia, Tac, and Sandstone. The smell of oiled leather and something else rich in suet and minerals greet the fivesome as they enter Vinder's General Store. From the back, the tow-headed hair of Shalelu is just visible over the aisles of stores standing by a rear counter. After walking to the back of the store, it looks as if Shalelu is preparing for a lengthy jaunt in the Hinterlands, if the piled quantity of food rations is anything to judge by.

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man of common stock, looks up from tallying Shalelu's purchase. "Be with you in half a moment." Shalelu also looks up from her goods and, spotting the group, smiles in easy welcome. "Heading out yourselves, are you? Ven's a good sort, and he's got most everything. He'll fix you up good for the road. Where're you traveling?"
 

jkason

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Tac Abor, human rogue

...on the way... "Not much to say 'bout the general store that you won't see when you get there," Tac informs them, "but if you find yourself needing to charm Ven, complimenting his daughters is the place to start."

...and once at the shop...

"Heading out yourselves, are you? Ven's a good sort, and he's got most everything. He'll fix you up good for the road. Where're you traveling?"

"Oh, we're actually not, because of the covering for ... " it suddenly occurs to Tac that the Sheriff's trip might not be for public ears, and he swallows the rest of the sentence, and he tries awkwardly to adjust: "... that is, we're looking for covers, because my cousin's not used to, um, the chilly nights." Tac frowns, shakes his head, and carries on. "But, also, we had something to talk to you about, when you've finished here?"

He looks to the others--querying eyes resting longest on his cousin--to verify whether they want to discuss the coins here or away from prying ears.
 

Ambrus

Explorer
Having occasionally entered the well-stocked store alongside other companions in the past, Sandstone pads in through the open door without pause or concern. The collie curiously pokes at the shop's assorted odd and ends in the isles with his nose as he makes his way towards the back. Approaching the counter he recognizes Ven the shopkeeper's familiar face and begins wagging his long tail enthusiastically in greeting.
 


mfloyd3

Explorer
He looks to the others--querying eyes resting longest on his cousin--to verify whether they want to discuss the coins here or away from prying ears.

Elyra looks querulously over at her cousin, but opts to trust his judgment. Belatedly, she realizes this means she needs to follow his lead, and wanders self-consciously over to the rack of blankets at the corner of the aisle.
 

Shalelu looks querulously at Tac, one eyebrow arched. With a gentle smile, the elf shrugs. "Sure. I'll be a moment here with Master Vinder, then we can talk." The merchant continues tallying Shalelu's purchases but keeps an eye on Tac. When her business is complete and her newly purchased trail rations are stowed in her pack, Shalelu joins Elyra in the section offering roughspun burlap sacks and canvas coverings. "There are better places in Sandpoint to buy a coverlet." The elf winks as she fingers a heavy woolen winter blanket. "Itchy. Ven's an honest enough merchant, but his blankets leave a little to desire. The tanner's wife makes good quality cotton quilts--might be more to your liking."
 

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