Tsyr
Explorer
Actually, the "All aspects of the economy are everywhere" mentality can be fun to mess with...
Not long after they started to play in my game, the following took place...
Me: Alright, after 7 days overland travel you have reached the village of Pine Reach. You arive near midday, and the small village is full of people going about their lives. The village seems to consist of perhaps a dozen main buildings in a square, and a number of smaller residences surrounding the square, plus the farms you've past on the way in, and whatever is beyond the village.
Player 1: Whew. I'm gonna go to the tavern and get some elven wine!
Player 2: I'll follow him and get some dwarven spirits.
The players go into the inn and order.
Me: After a few moments, the innkeeper returns with a couple tankards of some frothy liquid. It appears to be the same liquid. He plops them down in front of you with a splash, and says in a backwoods drawl, "I don't know how ya figured I was gonna get yer fancy stuff. We're a months travel by horse from the Stonewall (Nearest area with dwarves), and if ya figure we could even afford any elf drink, yer daft. 'Round here we got ale I make, some wine I make now and then, and brandy from the failed wine. That's it."
Later, one of them said "I'm gonna find the armorsmith and buy me some new barding for my horse..."
Me: "Well, you see a blacksmith... But all you see in his shop is horseshoes and hammer and stuff."

Not long after they started to play in my game, the following took place...
Me: Alright, after 7 days overland travel you have reached the village of Pine Reach. You arive near midday, and the small village is full of people going about their lives. The village seems to consist of perhaps a dozen main buildings in a square, and a number of smaller residences surrounding the square, plus the farms you've past on the way in, and whatever is beyond the village.
Player 1: Whew. I'm gonna go to the tavern and get some elven wine!
Player 2: I'll follow him and get some dwarven spirits.
The players go into the inn and order.
Me: After a few moments, the innkeeper returns with a couple tankards of some frothy liquid. It appears to be the same liquid. He plops them down in front of you with a splash, and says in a backwoods drawl, "I don't know how ya figured I was gonna get yer fancy stuff. We're a months travel by horse from the Stonewall (Nearest area with dwarves), and if ya figure we could even afford any elf drink, yer daft. 'Round here we got ale I make, some wine I make now and then, and brandy from the failed wine. That's it."
Later, one of them said "I'm gonna find the armorsmith and buy me some new barding for my horse..."
Me: "Well, you see a blacksmith... But all you see in his shop is horseshoes and hammer and stuff."
