Iron Captain
First Post
The two merchants speak of nothing of great interest before they leave. Habid is merely angered that a gem merchant delivered less wares than promised but little else of interest is spoken about.
[sblock=OOC]Assuming you do want to do anything else this evening I will fast forward to tomorrow. I am assuming you are staying at a inn not far from here that offers board at the price of 5 SP.[/sblock]
The next day is glorious. The sun is shining and there is no sign of the terrible thunderstorm that raged during most of the night. The streets are alive with people as most of them are heading towards the marketplace.
At the old water fountain there are quite a few people gathered around a large tent. Two grim looking guards are standing at the entrance and the men who have lined up here are all clad in armour and carrying weapons at their sides. Most seem to be local men of Aquilonia and Nemedia though there are some men from other parts of Mitterion too.
You immediately spot the large brutish fellow from the night before. He looks to be in a particularly foul mood today as he pushes a man to the ground who accidentely bumped into him while exiting the tent. He speaks loud enough to his companions so that all the others nearby can hear. "They dare consider hiring these weaklings? I, Grom Heimdur, alone could best the most of you barehanded!" He and his 2 companions laugh and Grom throws his crude large club over his shoulder.
[sblock=OOC]You can do something else before heading to the merchant district if you wish, though the market will still be open by the time you are finished signing up for the caravan.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]Assuming you do want to do anything else this evening I will fast forward to tomorrow. I am assuming you are staying at a inn not far from here that offers board at the price of 5 SP.[/sblock]
The next day is glorious. The sun is shining and there is no sign of the terrible thunderstorm that raged during most of the night. The streets are alive with people as most of them are heading towards the marketplace.
At the old water fountain there are quite a few people gathered around a large tent. Two grim looking guards are standing at the entrance and the men who have lined up here are all clad in armour and carrying weapons at their sides. Most seem to be local men of Aquilonia and Nemedia though there are some men from other parts of Mitterion too.
You immediately spot the large brutish fellow from the night before. He looks to be in a particularly foul mood today as he pushes a man to the ground who accidentely bumped into him while exiting the tent. He speaks loud enough to his companions so that all the others nearby can hear. "They dare consider hiring these weaklings? I, Grom Heimdur, alone could best the most of you barehanded!" He and his 2 companions laugh and Grom throws his crude large club over his shoulder.
[sblock=OOC]You can do something else before heading to the merchant district if you wish, though the market will still be open by the time you are finished signing up for the caravan.[/sblock]