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Message: <blockquote data-quote="River Song" data-source="post: 7234139" data-attributes="member: 6805147">"Well Emmyr dear," a distracted Bekah mused. "What do you think? Do you think the halfling offers a fair price?"The tailor had been such a dear man and his knowledge of fashion had been a surprising revelation for her. She supposed that the emotion of letting go of her dresses had gotten to her a little. If wasn't easy to divorce oneself of a life so lovingly crafted; she had been Lady Rebekah for a while now but it hadn't changed her fortunes much. Here she was again, on the road with nothing but her wits and charms to aid her. Though, that being said, the dwarf Emmyr was a perfectly agreeable companion, if she could manage to replace some of the smellier ones with some more like him and the bookish half-elf....Lost in thought she headed back to the halfling's store. "Sir, I believe you are taking advantage," she began sternly. "You think your reputation is safe in this small area, but word travels my friend. I know several people who might be interested in setting up stores of their own here and introducing an element of competition, in fact;" she turned to Emmyr."Master Anvilforge, could you send a message to Darius, I believe he has a journeyman who is looking for a suitable locale to set up a shop front of his own."[roll0]</blockquote>