Day 11, Season of winter, 511 AV, Zeltiva, mid morning, A huddle of merchants and stalls near the docks. A light rain was just starting to fall again for the third time today, but most on the streets, or at least the docks were used to the occasional bit of a downpour. The clouds above were breaking, and spots of sun kept peeking between them, only to be followed soon after by the skyborne ocean watering the residents of Zeltiva underneath. Unpredictable weather but harmless enough, Kvar had stopped trying to second guess land based weather, crazed as it was, at least Zeltiva had a measure of the sea’s touch to its climate. Haggling with a passing trader, Kvar stood face to face with a rotund looking middle aged man, whose face was flush from walking backwards and forwards all day. Negotiating over some of the value of goods he had salvaged from the wilderness adventures passed, the young Svefra was never going to take the first offer the man spouted off at him, he wasn’t an experienced trader but he did have a system. Refuse the first offer, always come in low but not too low, and then make one more offer, before taking the last one. It was simple, but allowed him some method to the difficult art of trading, and few merchants wouldn’t at least tolerate some bumbling attempt at haggling from a novice in the trade, even if they didn’t budge on price. Dressed today in full chainmail; with one smaller axe at each hip; a battle axe clipped to his belt; sheathed and adorned in intricate patterns was his family sword-breaker, almost sparkling despite the dreary conditions. The Svefra’s hair was a mix of local baubles, sea shells or other inexpensive but interesting looking items, braided in together with the thick black locks of hair. His beard was trimmed, neat and cleanly, while Kvar’s ocean blue eyes were fixated on the man he was dealing with. “Fine, but that is my final offer.” The Svefra said to the merchant, as if he was the one making the sacrifice. Making a small realisation that if he made the other man think he was getting a good deal, Kvar could only benefit his own position. He’d not made much extra coin if anything, perhaps a few silver on top of what he was expecting, but that was possibly enough to satisfy his momentary need for things like docking expenses for the rowboat, or ale. A small exchange of coins was made for the items, as the man facing Kvar grudgingly parted with some Miza. Offering a rogue-like wink, Kvar bit the edge of a coin, and pocketed the rest, but not in any obvious place. A small amount went into his belt pocket, and the rest into the backpack. In what was a classic travelling tip about not showing off how much coin you were really carrying day to day, something he knew well from his time at different ports. OOC :
PM me if you’d like to take this in any particular direction, or just keep it a meeting thread. Mod note - Non specific as to any items value, until I know what odds and ends he has salvaged from the wilderness threads, up to the mod if he pulls off any extra value in grading.
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