The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Rhialto]

Opening the door, the recruits find themselves in a room full of shelves. A thin, fussy man is directing a chubby little Nibelungen (a Thari, actually) in cleaning the room, while another man is snoring at his desk, a bottle of wine in front of him.

"--And make sure shelf 7 gets cleaned Gelf!" mutters the thin man demandingly. He suddenly realizes the recruits are in. "Oh. Customers. Welcome to the Merchant's Emporium. How may I help you?"

 

[jkason]

"Oh. Customers. Welcome to the Merchant's Emporium. How may I help you?"

Weel, figuring the basic equipping ought not take negotiating skill (though he does give Caradoc a sidelong glance, wondering if it's safe to make such assumptions) smiles at the man.

"Greetings, sir. We're newly drafted members of the army. I've been told to ask after Granthus about requisitioning a tent?"

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan, was tagging along and would occasionaly stop on the way only to have Weel or Caradoc grab his tunic and drag him away, as Alan whines, "but...but..but..."

By the time they have reached the Merchant shop, Alan's curosity has waned as boredom fills the void. Alan has a bored glazed look to his eyes, but stands taller when he hears Weel speak.

 

[Rhialto]

The thin man stands up tall at Weel's question. "Then you have business with me. Gral Geir Granthus, formerly of Ilya, assistant manager at this outpost of the Great Merchant's Emporium." He smiles patronizingly at the recruits. "So--a requisitioning. I am legally required to give you at least a standard tent. Cost, five copper eagles. Heavy canvas, very sturdy, room for four, though it'd be a tight fit--though seeing as one of you is half-sized so to speak, you should manage it easily. Ha ha ha." He is probably one of the only people the recruits have ever met who actually says 'ha ha ha' in place of laughing. "However, if you are willing to splurge ten gold eagles, I will give you the deluxe tent. Durable spider's silk with snow bear fur as a lining. Water resistant, warm, and extremely spacious--can comfortably hold six. Also, I'd throw in four deluxe bed rolls and sleeping bags with that--fine Cassiran cotton lined with goose feathers. You will sleep, sirs, with the utmost comfort available to you." He stares at the recruits eagerly. "Which tent you recieve is, of course, completely your choice. Though I'd recommend the deluxe."

 

[jkason]

Weel considers the funds on hand and the idea of having his wide frame and Alan's tall one squeezed into the same tent. Not trusting himself, he leans in to Caradoc.

"I'm inclined to try for the better one," he whispers to the merchant's son, "but I suspect maybe there's a better price to be had for someone with good haggling skills. Which would be not me. Might even be a chance to feel him out for how fairly he might trade on our items for sale."

 

[Bloodcookie]

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 the whole group, in any case." He turns to the merchant, "Sir, might we take a look at these tents you offer, so as to decide which will better suit our circumstances?"

 

[mps42]

Graevel continues to wander the tent city looking at the rabble that have followed this motley crew of an army, quietly wondering what might be next for him.

 

[Rhialto]

Granthus nods. "Certainly." He claps his hand. "Gelf! Get the A-Grade and the D-Grade tents!"

The Thari bows, and rushes off, then comes back with two strips of fabric. Granthus smiles. "As both tents use the same frame, naturally that is not an issue. Merely the tent itself." He pulls out a strip of coarse canvas of the two bundles in the Thari's arms. "The standard." He pulls out a strip of some shiny, silky fabric, dyed red. "The deluxe." He bows. "The decision, gentlemen, is up to you."

 

[jkason]

Weel leans in to the others, whispering "The other tent certainly looks finer, but I wonder if it's as sturdy? I don't know much about fabrics, myself."

OOC: While the characters weren't exactly studying the tents on their way through, I figure they got a vague impression of them. To the best of Weel's memory, did there seem to be many of the finer tents around?

 

[Rhialto]

Weel leans in to the others, whispering "The other tent certainly looks finer, but I wonder if it's as sturdy? I don't know much about fabrics, myself."

OOC: While the characters weren't exactly studying the tents on their way through, I figure they got a vague impression of them. To the best of Weel's memory, did there seem to be many of the finer tents around?

Granthus's face takes on a polite, but definite sneer. "Well, sir, allow me to state that spidersilk is as fine as gossamer--but it's also as strong as steel." He gives it a yank, demonstrating an impressive amount of strength. "This is not only a more attractive fabric then the canvas--it is much, much stronger."

(OOC: Nope. Most were cheap canvas.)