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I'm glad to see this story continuing as well; it features my favorite brand of humor - bawdy, yet erudite :D

Caradoc mentally rolls his eyes at Meer's proposal, but makes no outward sign as he replies. "Well, I cannot complain based upon the impression it has left thus far; we have a sturdy tent, and seem to be encountering more good will than enmity. The local mercantile establishment has been...

Caradoc, stifling a groan, puts on a friendly smile and approaches the offered chair. Don't jump to conclusions now, give him the benefit of the doubt, he reminds himself. "Count Meer, what a fortuitous coincidence that we should meet here! I suppose a feast is as appropriate a place as any to...

Caradoc bows before the assembly. "We are honored by your invitation, Lord Etzel, and, indeed, to be counted among those present here this evening," he says, gesturing to indicate the other guests.

Caradoc straightens his posture at the sight of the table attended by local notables, and attempts to catch the eye of one of those present, in hopes of at least making his party's presence known to those more well-connected individuals.

Caradoc spreads his hands and smiles at Graevel, and says to him in Nibelungen: "We've fought together, come close to death together, why not eat together? We might come to understand one another better under less grim circumstances."

Caradoc nods to Weel, "Yes, I believe a bit of boisterous bread-breaking with our behemoth brethren will help squelch the lingering memory of the day's defeats and disappointments. Lead the way, good ogre!"

Caradoc sighs, muttering "I go in there expecting a leprechaun, and meet a red dragon instead... never had a chance..."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintence as well," Caradoc says, returning the bow,"as it always is to find an ally in time of strife." He turns and bows to the woman he ascertains to be Izara's superior,"M'lady."

Caradoc jogs up behind Weel, and attempts to casually direct his attention away from the somewhat awkward exchange he has walked in upon, waiting for the two women to conclude before introducing himself.

"Certainly, the priest's sense of propriety is quite correct," Caradoc quickly adds, following Weel's lead. "In any case, we have need of one of your superior-quality tents. That will conclude our business for now," he states flatly, pushing ten gold coins toward the merchant.

OOC: If it's alright, I'll assume my ranks in Appraise and general mercantile background let me know what the items would normally be worth ;) "Ah... well, that is certainly a fair price for the sword, and we will accept it. As for the wand, however... I must ask, is there so little demand for...

Caradoc nods in response to the merchant, weighing the chance that he's making himself out to be more secure than he really is, but keeping in mind the fact that the group will soon be on the selling-end of a transaction with him. He decides to try and throw Granthus off-guard in hopes of...

Caradoc considers his companions' advice, and, summoning up his haggling wits and giving a silent prayer to Oghma, purposefully steps toward Granthus. "Well, sir, my compatriots and I agree that your wares are certainly of a high caliber, and we shall happily do business with a man of your...

"Hmm, that is cause for concern... however, we will likely be using it for quite some time; better to not need a replacement every couple of months, not to mention its value once cold weather sets in. I don't think we should sacrifice our welfare simply for the sake of appearing humble. Besides...

Caradoc whispers back to Weel, "I agree. First, I think we should ask to see the deluxe tent before we pay for anything. If it matches his description, 10 gold divided between the four of us shouldn't be too bad at all, the possibility of a discount notwithstanding. That will be a decision for...

"I'd be glad to. I'm sure it will pose a bit more of a challenge than haggling with the townsfolk over the price of dried beans, but I'll do my best," he says with a chuckle.

Caradoc smiles and begins to shake his head no to the goblin's offer, but his curiosity gets the better of him. He gives the goblin another copper, and munches the leg as he follows the rest of the group to the emporium. I signed on to this fiasco looking for some new experiences, and I'll be...

Caradoc shrugs and tosses the goblin a copper. "I wouldn't feel obligated to eat the thing," he says to Alan under his breath, "I don't expect that venom would agree with your digestion."

Caradoc also heads for the outer camp.