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Orin goes shopping and prepares for his trip to Sunset Falls

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Supplies But Mostly Demands

Postby Orin Fenix on April 11th, 2015, 4:37 pm

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29th of Spring, 515AV


Orin leaned over the counter, slightly annoyed. He should have been recognized by Alban as someone who shouldn’t be cheated out of his goods. Especially seeing as The Rearing Stallion was one of Alban’s biggest customers. Still, the butcher didn’t seem to care about Orin’s expertise and his employment. Rubbing his hands against his eyes Orin leaned over the counter. ”Alban, you know better than to give me that. I want the choicest cuts and you know I know what I’m talking about. Come on, do it as a favor for an old friend? I want those. Five pounds, no more no less.” Orin pointed out the items he wanted, which included one set of beef knuckles. Alban sighed and swept what he’d been offering Orin away. He wrapped up the slabs of beef that Orin had indicated, bones and all. Orin needed it. This trip to the woods had ended up requiring quite a bit more in the way of supplies than Orin had realized. That wasn’t that surprising seeing that Orin hadn’t even spent a night outside the city’s walls, but what was surprising was how expensive just a few nights would be. Especially since Orin’s original trip of just two people had ended up turning into a four person excursion. Orin had invited Isolde and Sayana was planning on bringing Aren. Orin wasn’t sure how he felt spending three days away from civilization with the Akalak in tow, but seeing as he was bringing Isolde Orin couldn’t exactly complain. Still it meant that Orin would have to increase the quantities of food he was planning on bringing.

Passing over the ten golden mizas, Orin blinked in the sunlight. Shading his eyes, Orin plotted out his route. It would make the most sense to visit the various locations for the more exotic goods, then go to The Great Bazaar for the last set of his purchases. So, Orin paused a moment trying to map out the best routes through the city to minimize his time spent walking. Unfortunately, his next two stops, Inner Fire Glassworks and the Ironworks, were on completely opposite sides of the city. And Orin didn’t know enough about the layout of Syliras, even after spending two seasons there, to determine which of the two would let Orin get to The Great Bazaar first. Sighing, Orin decided to go to the smithy first. It would be unbearably hot there if Orin went later in the day. In Orin’s mind that was as good a reason to make this decision as any. Picking up his newly bought meat and putting it into his pack, Orin set off.

This time of day was probably Orin’s favorite. Dawn had just come and so the sky still had streaks of the night sky. Turning his face Orin let himself be bathed in the soft light of Syna. The pale pinks, oranges and reds were swirling with the last vestiges of the dark blue night sky. ”May you enjoy your time together Syna and Leth until it comes again.” Every dawn and dusk that Orin was awake and outside for got a similar prayer. It never hurt to thank the gods and make them aware of one’s appreciation. However, the best part about this time of day was that it was before most of the city was awake although certain businesses were already open. So, the corridors were nearly deserted apart from early risers such as Orin and knights and squires on patrol. Orin made sure to greet everyone he passed with a friendly smile and nod. It never hurt and Orin needed practice acting normally in social situations. So, every little bit helped.

Climbing up a set of steps and making several turns Orin finally knew he was drawing close to the Ironworks. If nothing else, the sound of clanging hammers would have alerted him if the peculiar scent of heated metal wasn’t already saturating the air. Finally, the building itself filled Orin’s vision. He approached cautiously and knocked on the front door. Orin knocked loudly. When there was no answer, Orin tried the door. It swung open and Orin entered into the building with some trepidation. He’d never been here before and was a little unsure what exactly he should expect.

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5lbs of Fresh Beef
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Supplies But Mostly Demands

Postby Orin Fenix on April 11th, 2015, 5:13 pm

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Orin was immediately assaulted by smoke filled air and soot-stained walls. The Ironworks were famous around Syliras for their blades, armor, and tools. It was rumored that all night long the blacksmiths churned out their goods and that there were secret forges that only the Syliran Order could see. These same whispers said that there were legendary and magical items shipped to the Knighthood that were stored until a time of great danger to the city and its population. It was probably all just idle speculation. More importantly none of that really mattered to Orin. He’d told Sayana that he would be getting his own personal set of throwing knives. Although the chipped one she’d given him for practice was all well and good, it wasn’t as if Orin could actually use it in a real situation. So Orin needed to get his own, since Sayana definitely wouldn’t always be around. Besides, Orin was using this season to bolster his self-confidence. And part of that meant having the tools and the skills to take care of anything that life chose to throw at Orin.

Making his way through the interior of The Ironworks, Orin stopped at the nearest person. The man wasn’t anything like Orin had ever seen before. He was incredibly compact, practically bulging with muscles and his arm was a strange shade of grey. Orin was completely and totally intimidated by his appearance. Approaching him cautiously Orin cleared his throat when the man stopped hammering whatever it was he was working on. Orin thought it looked like a sickle blade but Orin’s expertise didn’t extend even slightly to smithing. ”Excuse me sir, but I’m here to purchase some weapons. Also, is everything all right with your arm?” Orin’s voice came out in a small squeak. Something about this whole situation was incredibly worrisome. The man snorted and without pausing at all in his motions, he barked out a response. ”My arm is perfectly fine boy. Gift from the greatest god there is, Izurdin. I’m one of his children, an Isur. Don’t be ignorant. Weapons are on display on the back wall.” Orin turned his gaze in the direction the man indicated. Sure enough, in plain view there were blades and other weapons of all sorts on display.

Hurrying over with a blush, Orin scanned the wall for the type of dagger he and Sayana had been using the other day. It was hard when there were so many other interesting looking tools of the killing trade on the wall. Orin tried not to think about what some of the more exotic looking ones would do to an opponent. Finally, he spotted them at the bottom of a section that appeared entirely devoted to daggers of all types. Picking one up, Orin hefted it in his hand testing for weight and balance. Glancing at the Isur, Orin saw he seemed absorbed in his work. Seeing a wooden wall beam directly in front of him, Orin set himself up, with his right leg back and right arm over his shoulder. Throwing his arm forward the dagger spun forward, before sinking into the wood. Orin stepped forward. It was an incredibly sloppy throw. The blade, instead of piercing the wood horizontally had sunk in at a downwards angle, which probably meant that Orin had placed himself too far or hadn’t released in time.

A voice speaking over his shoulder caused Orin to jump and spin. The smith stood in front of him arms crossed against his chest. Orin gulped. ”If you’re done petching around with my merchandise, what’re you buying.” Forcing spittle into his mouth, Orin tried to speak. ”Well the balance on that seemed…” Orin was hoping he could haggle down to a lower price since his money was starting to run out fast.

The Isur cut him off with a wave. ”The weapons of Ros Vizerian, and that’s me you foolish boy, are never poor quality. Since you’ve already used this one, ya owe me one golden miza. Pay up boy. And if you want anything else, make it quick. My patience is running thin.” Orin quickly reached into his pouch and counted out four golden mizas. He took his first blade out of the wall then grabbed three more before fleeing the premises. Apparently haggling didn’t go over too well with Ros or at The Ironworks in general. Orin slipped his blades into his belt. Hopefully he’d have better luck at Inner Fire Glass.

Receipt :
4 Throwing Daggers
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Supplies But Mostly Demands

Postby Orin Fenix on April 11th, 2015, 10:57 pm

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Orin had never quite gone from one end of Stormhold to another all at once. Usually it wouldn't come up because the locations that Orin would normally frequent were all actually clustered just outside the citadel. The Rearing Stallion was in Traveler's Row and the Fighter’s Pits were also outside the walls. Therefore the amount of time Orin spent actually navigating around Stormhold was minimal. He’d gotten lost twice before finally making out the sign for Inner Fire Glassworks. Pushing his way inside, Orin found his eyes dazzled by reflected light. The glass shop was brilliantly lit and colors and curves assaulted Orin’s eyes. It was almost like seeing seeing the sun through the clouds in a riot of shades. Orin stood there, mouth agape, just taking in the entire vision before him. However, Orin didn’t have time to waste. He knew exactly what he was getting here. Making his through the clutter of goods, Orin found himself overwhelmed. He just needed four jars. And yet, there was no apparent organization to the shop. However, after spending nearly a bell looking, Orin finally managed to retrieve the items he was looking for from the depths of the store. Taking them up to the counter, Orin smiled shyly at the man there. He had a sneaking suspicion that Leena, the woman who had made set the challenge that Orin was about to accept, was buried somewhere in the workroom. However, this man would probably know a bit about Leena’s affairs. Leaning against the counter, Orin handed over his jars. ”That’s all for me. So, any good submissions for the Sunset Falls event?” The clerk chuckled and shook his head. The other man was only fairly attractive but when he smiled his whole face lit up. ”That’ll be four silver mizas. And even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t. Leena has some sort of sense for when some artist shows up with their masterpiece. You submitting?” The man gave Orin a quizzical look. ”I’m hoping to, but you’ll just have to wait and see now, won’t ya?” Orin wasn’t about to give out that information for free especially since he hadn’t gotten anything for it. He put his jars away and gave the clerk a jaunty wave.

Orin’s final stop was coming up. And it was the one that Orin was least excited about. Most people Orin knew loved The Great Bazaar. For Orin, though it was far too crowded. The more people the more Orin tended to shrink in on himself and The Great Bazaar was probably the most populated location in Stormhold. Still, Orin didn’t exactly have a choice, not if he wanted to get all the supplies he’d promised Sayana he would get. So, Orin descended to the bottom level of Syliras until he emerged into the swirling eddies of people that made up the crowds that frequented The Great Bazaar.

Shouldering his way through, Orin ignored the cries of various merchants. He knew exactly where he was heading and what he was looking for. The produce stands were all in one clump in a specific area of The Great Bazaar. When Orin arrived, he took his time peering over the wares on display. Orin had a good eye for vegetables at this point so, when a vendor came over to try and sell Orin inferior ingredients, Orin did his best Rondo impression. ”You think I’m going to buy the worst items on display? Not a chance. I’ll take these, and you just be glad I’m paying full price for them. I am appalled at the quality here.” Orin sniffed for good measure. The merchant, suitably cowed, took the coins Orin offered him and Orin swept off feeling inordinately proud of himself. Usually his attempts to haggle for goods failed horribly. However, this time Orin had been buying something he just so happened to be an expert in. And Rondo did have a way of getting the best foodstuffs for the least money. Maybe Orin had just discovered his secret.

Orin made his way around the Bazaar making a few last purchases. A pot was necessary, as was a nice picnic basket that held everything one needed except for the food. However, Orin ran into a snag when he went to purchase spices. ”Thirty golden mizas per ounce for pepper is outrageous!” However, no amount of shouting would change the spice dealers mind and Orin actually knew that was the standard rate for the spice. Still, it was well outside of Orin’s price range. He’d left that cart incredibly upset. Then, Orin realized that he could just take a pinch or two from The Rearing Stallion and hopefully no one would be the wiser. Orin had seen the ledgers and Remi didn’t take good track of the items in the pantry. So Orin would just have to be careful about when he took it. Luckily, Remi didn’t show up until the afternoon since Orin now handled most of the prep work. So Orin would have ample opportunity to pilfer a bit. And he’d just tell Remi that it went into the dish Orin was making for the day with no one the wiser. As to the other spices, Orin had been cultivating herbs in The Rearing Stallion’s kitchen. Now seemed as good a time as any to harvest them. Suddenly, remembering a promise to Isolde, Orin cast his gaze about. Apparently, there was a kite stand somewhere around here. After a few chimes of wandering, Orin discovered it. Orin purchased four, placed them under one arm, then made his way to the nearest staircase. It was time for Orin to get a few last supplies from The Rearing Stallion. Since Orin was making a submission at Remi’s behest, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of remorse about his underhanded plans. After all, Orin had been given permission to use whatever he needed to actually cook his final product. This just was a bit of early help.

Receipt :
4 Jars
2lbs of potatoes-using trade goods prices slightly elevated
1lb of onions-using trade goods prices slightly elevated
3lbs carrots-using trade good prices slightly elevated
1lb of celery-using trade goods prices slightly elevated
1lb of barley
2 oz. of garlic
2 loaves of bread
2lbs of cheese
4 kite kits---approximately 3sm each
1 Gallon Cooking Pot
1 Picnic Basket Set
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Supplies But Mostly Demands

Postby Orin Fenix on April 11th, 2015, 11:35 pm

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Orin marched his way into the kitchen with a distinct sense of relief. Setting down his increasingly heavy pack, Orin made his way over to the oven. Orin built up the fire that fueled the oven, the pulled out a baking dish. Orin pulled out his cow knuckle and the rest of the beef. Removing the beef, Orin mixed the bones together with about half of the carrots and some hastily peeled and chopped onions and a few scraps of meat on the dish. Orin ran to the pantry and anointed the whole mess with just a bit of olive oil, then slid it into the oven. It would take about forty-five chimes so Orin had more than enough time to deal with the plants in the kitchen. First, though, Orin set a kettle of water to boil, since it would inevitably come in handy. Orin went to the basil, rosemary, thyme, sage and bay and watered them all, checking the soil carefully to make sure it wasn’t already damp before he did so. When he was at the bay tree, Orin pinched off a few leaves carefully, pulling them off the larger tree. It had turned out to be quite convenient to have these plants readily available. They didn’t require a great deal of maintenance and considering the amount of trouble Orin had gone through getting Remi and Rondo to let Orin purchase and care for them it was good that Orin’s investment was finally paying off. Next, Orin moved onto the parsley, checking it for damage and watering it before removing a few stems from the larger stalk. That should be everything Orin needed at this particular moment.

Orin went to peer into the oven and was pleased to see the contents were a nice golden brown. Taking it out of the oven carefully Orin scraped the whole of it into a pot. However, some stubborn bits clung to the pan. Growling in annoyance, Orin went to grab one of the kettle. He poured some of the hot water onto the pan. Taking up a spatula, Orin chipped away until the last remnants of both the water and the stock base were in the pot. Chopping up the celery, the garlic cloves, and the parsley, Orin tossed all of it into the pot along with a few bay leaves. Orin next checked the common room. Seeing that it was empty, Orin stalked over to the spice cabinet, grabbed the pepper and added just a pinch to his soon to be stock. Returning it to the cabinet Orin stirred the mixture together once, then added water until the pot was nearly full. Setting it over one of the less used hearths, Orin placed it high enough that the water would simmer but not boil over. The presence of a pot on the fire would go unnoticed and unremarked in the kitchen since it was such a common occurrence. Orin would skim the fat off the top periodically and leave it for The Rearing Stallion’s use. That, and any extra stock Orin had at the end of the day should more than cover the cost of anything Orin had taken from the kitchen. That meant Orin didn’t have to feel guilty in the slightest since it was an exchange of goods and not a theft. Besides, Orin had been severely mistreated since coming to work at this tavern and it felt good to get back at Orin’s employers.

After about five bells, Orin had to strain the stock. It had been a full day of work at this point and Orin was ready to go home. Still, he had to get through this before the end of the night because Orin was leaving in the morning. Remi and Rondo had come and gone and Orin had offered to tidy up. They’d thanked him and gratefully departed for the evening. Taking the pot in his hands, Orin tipped it over. It poured through the cheesecloth Orin had stretched over the mouth of another pot. Leaving it to cool on one side, Orin cleaned up the last of the dishes for the day and replaced any stray ingredients in the pantry. That took enough time that when Orin returned to his stock, a layer of lard had solidified over the top. Orin removed this carefully and set it with the rest of the fat he’d periodically been taking away throughout the day. At this point, Orin hesitated. He knew in theory that boiling down the stock further would make it easier to store and concentrate the flavor. Unfortunately, Orin had never done it and didn’t feel comfortable making this the first time he tried without supervision. So, Orin simply scooped up the stock and sealed his four jars, then took jars from the pantry and poured what remained of the stock into them until there was nothing left. Next time, Orin would try to concentrate it.
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Supplies But Mostly Demands

Postby Sayana on April 23rd, 2015, 2:08 pm

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Orin

Skills:
Skill EXP
Persuasion +1
Rhetoric +2
Planning +2
Land Navigation +2
Observation +2
Weapon: Dagger +1
Negotiation +2
Interrogation +1
Acting +1
Cooking +1
Gardening +1
Herbalism +1
Botany +1
Larceny +1
Cleaning +1
Food preservation +1


Lores:
  • Location: Butcher of Alban
  • Dino Alban: Owner of Butcher of Alban
  • Location: The Ironworks
  • Isur: Oddly coloured arm
  • Ros Vizerian: Stern metalsmith at the Ironworks
  • Location: Inner Fire Glass
  • Acting: The Rondo Impression
  • Negotiation: Remarking on quality to haggle
  • Cooking: Preparing a stock
  • Gardening: Keeping plants watered
  • Herbalism: Using basil, rosemary, thyme, sage and bay as spices
  • Larceny: Taking something when no one is looking

Ledger :
Please update your ledger and item list to include the following purchases:

5 lbs fresh beef = 10 gm
4 throwing daggers = 4gm
4 jars (5sm each for 8oz jars) = 2gm
7 lbs of vegetables (5sm/lb) = 3.5gm
1 lb of barley = 1gm
2 oz of garlic = 8cm
2 loaves of bread = 4cm
2 lbs of cheese = 4sm
4 kites (3sm each) = 1.2 gm
1 gallon cooking pot = 3sm
Picnic basket set = 5gm

Total: 27.52 GM


Comments :
It was a cute little shopping thread. It’s fun to see Orin using other skills while trying to make his purchases. Also, you write very thoroughly when Orin is cooking.

As a note, whenever there are prices listed in both the master price list and also in a Syliras location, the master price list governs. I discussed this once with Nightmare and the reason is that the prices in the Syliras locations are not all necessarily updated.


Don't forget to edit/delete your grade request in the grade request thread. However, make sure to keep the link so that the DS can review graded threads with ease.

If you have any questions or concerns about your grade please feel free to send me a message (like really, I’m all ears if you feel like I missed something).

Enjoy.
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