Arrilles Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

"My name iss Ghost-Faced-Killer. And I pride mysself on being the dagger in your gut you never noticed, And Ssneaking comes in handy when you are barely armed and have no armor, Ssoft sskin."

Ghost would look to the Breton woman. "Im guessing she iss the leader?" Ghost would shift his gaze back to the large nord.

"I have no time for this." Kraling said. "I'm gonna look for a weapon downstairs. If any of you need me, just shout." Kraling said. He got up and shimmied down.

He began to look at the wares and kept well in mind what he overheard of Kalthar's altercation with the proprietor. He picked up and tested the weight of a saber, much like a cheap, crappy version of the one he'd used back in his smuggling days. For the moment, even though he was suspicious of the owner, it seemed sufficient.

"How much for this blade, Elf?" He said, testing a quick manouver in the air in front of him, just to show that he knew how to use the weapon. He hoped that the Altmer would take the hint that he didn't like being ripped off.

Arrilles Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

"Aint no leader, we're just a bunch of folks having a drink and bite to eat, thats all" he replied back and turned to Laurenne, then the Nord and then the Altmer before shifting his gaze back to Laurenne "Isn't that right Laurenne" he said and took another swig of his tankard and placed it back down onto the table. "Why do you ask lizard?" he asked and stared at the Argonian again. He didn't like the look of the creature and wanted this unwelcome man gone as soon as possible. Kraling, a fellow Nord stood up and said he was going to get a weapon "Check their quality first friend!" he shouted as he left and then looked again at the Argonian, waiting for an answer.

Arrilles Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

Ghost pulled a chair over and sat on it. "Because i should be talking to the leader, I can tell you all are new, as am I and i think we should stick together in this dingy hellhole.Ghost would hiss gently. "I thought maybe an extra blade would come in use." Ghost leaned back. "I am also low on funds and would like some equipment and food, so I should work for it yes?"

OOC: Havok, to make something appear in italics, you can put (i)- text- (/i), using brackets instead of parenthesis, or you can highlight it in the full reply screen and click the italics button on the top left.

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

Arrille pulled away from the Khajiit he was dealing with to address the other man with a simple, "Excuse me." He turned to the Nord in time to catch his small display with the weapon. The shopkeeper simply reached out, took the saber, then held it out looking down the blade. While he appraised he spoke to the man, "I believe it would be in your best interest to be more careful when testing a weapon." He said, lowered the blade down to one hand, and using his free hand to gesture to the rather cramped shop, "The guards here aren't to fond of accidents, as it were." An even more subtle threat, to counter the customer's rather flamboyant display.

He took another look at the saber in his hand, before saying, "I can give it to you for... thirty... five."

"Thirty-five?!" Kraling snarled. "For that lousy iron plate on a handle you'd be lucky to get twenty!" He measured the situation. He didn't want to go back to jail, but he sure didn't want to spend thirty five gold on a sword he knew would be temporary. "If my friends in the big trading syndicates out west heard about this they'd be fuming!"

"Friends" wasn't the right word, of course. Former associates who helped him out in his smuggling days. But if the elf bought it, it might work...

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

Arrille had to suppress a chuckle the man's slip of tongue. If was the keyword, in place of when. "Well, I suppose your friends will have to remain their complacent selves, then. As it were, it seems you are stuck here, and they are stuck there. Besides, as I've explained to your friend up there, dear outlander, this is not like the safe comfortable west. This is a very dangerous land, especially to those unarmed. You see it as a sword, when you should be seeing it as life or death - I think such a meager sum would be more then fair, no?"

Kraling clenched a fist, but relented. "Fine." He huffed, and slammed the gold down on the counter. "Give me the damn sword."

Davian contemplated the value of his purchase, and was slightly relieved when another customer came along, relieving some of the pressure to make a decision. As the noble knew neither the local styles nor the local purchasing power of the septim, he had no clue whether the price was fair or not. The Nord's ineptitude provided some mild amusemant to the khajiit breton, as he did everything wrong. Arrogance toward a merchant always resulted in bad deals.

Unfortunately, Kraling's performance did not give Davian any knowledge to aid him in his haggling situation, so he had to figure it out on his own. The outfit itself was perfect as far as construction, and the material was of sufficient value to pass as upper-class common wear. He knew the price was higher than it would have been had he selected it from among whatever garbage the Altmer had with it, but the convienience was worth the higher price. However, the Merchant's description about how dangerous the land was made him second-guess his decision not to purchase a weapon.

After Arrille dealt with the foolish Nord, he spoke decisively while pulling out the neccessary coins from his disimbursment fee. "I believe the forty for the pants and shirt is a fair deal. I accept." He decided to wait for the Nord to be out of earshot again before making his own offer to buy any saber or rapier, to avoid having to either pay an absurd amount for a weapon, as it was unlikely the Altmer would acknowledge he was overcharging the Nord.

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

The Altmer flashed his wide smile to the man, and brought up the sword, holding it buy the blade so he could take it by the handle. "I'm glad you have been able to see reason. I thank you for your patronage." Once he had his hands free, he bent down, unlocked a small chest on the counter, and began carefully stacking the coins into it.

He looked up at the Khajiit when he began to speak, offering to buy the clothing. The elf smiled, noting to thank the Imperial Legion for setting so much business his way. "Ah, thank you as well, good friend." He said, accepting the payment. He put away that sum as well, then locked the box. He took the robe he had offered the customer, and folded it across his arm, gesturing for him to take the clothes. "Have a nice day."

Kraling snarled as he walked up the stairs. That was thirty-five gold he'd probably need later. But, what's done was done, and at least he got a sword. But he swore if this broke on him before they got to Balmora there'd be hell to pay here.

Davian collected his purchase and waited patiently for the nord to return to the din upstairs, hopefully obscuring him from listening to this next transaction. "Thank you very much, good sir," he said, picking up and folding the shirt and pants over his right arm. "Your recent comment of the dangers of this area has made me reconsider waiting to reach Balmora before purchasing a new weapon. May I see your selection of sabers and rapiers?" he asked, not wanting to sort through less elegent weaponry to find what he needed to defend himself.

OOC
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-traumatic_stress_disorder and lots to catch up on... Also I should thank Calzo for the convienient rain

IC
Arrille's Tradehouse - Top Floor, Seyda Neen

Laurenne is it, how did a girl like you end up as a prisoner?"

Laurenne close her eyes,
This guy doesn't give up
She was pretty sure she'd made it clear that she wasn't interested yet this Kalthar was being extremely persistant. She didn't really want to put him down; the Nord was drunk, violent, twice her size and armed. If he became angry she didn't give herself much of a chance. Luckily their conversation was interrupted by Angorion's return and then, yet another newcomer. An Argonian this time. The fellow was big, taller than either of the Nords, with unusually pale scales, the newcomer had a disturbing air to him, and Laurenne got a distinct feeling that the Argonian was up to, much more so than she did from the rest of their group. Thankfully, Kalthar seemed distracted by the arrival of this newcomer and the subject of conversation changed as the suspicious Argonian was grilled by the Nord, who was surprisingly perceptive considering his current state.

"Im guessing she iss the leader?"

Leader!?
Laurenne started to deny the accusation, she wanted as little to do with some of these... people with whom she'd found herself as she possibly could, she wanted to get back into decent society. She was interrupted however by Kalthar, who seemed to have taken on the role of group spokesman;

"Aint no leader, we're just a bunch of folks having a drink and bite to eat, thats all. Isn't that right Laurenne"

She nodded silently as the Nord addressed her, trying hard to keep out of the conversation and out of the way of Kalthar who, though she didn't enjoy admitting it, worried her.

"Because i should be talking to the leader, I can tell you all are new, as am I and i think we should stick together in this dingy hellhole. I thought maybe an extra blade would come in use. I am also low on funds and would like some equipment and food, so I should work for it yes?"

Yet another shady accomplice... Why do I always seem to find the trouble makers?
The bitter thought reminded her briefly of the Night, the first time her friends had made a 'sacrifice'. She'd been involved, caught up in the madness of it all and dragged along at the insistence of her friends. The poor man had been curled up alongside the road, they'd paralysed him, dragged him off and then... then so much blood!

It had preyed on her mind ever since, she'd thought turning everyone in would absolve her. But no. It was just as bad as always. She'd had enough, she was going.

Laurenne half stood, slamming her fist into the table,
"Why can't you all just leave me alone? I'm not getting dragged in again!"
With that she stormed off, down the stairs and out into the rain once more, the instant she left the tavern she regretted it, though she kept going out into to the middle of the street, massaging her stinging hand as she went.
I'm such an idiot, they must think I'm a nut...

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

When Laurenne stormed off, Angorion announced "I'm going to buy a weapon." Angorion felt sorry for Laurenne. She had obviously been overwhelmed and had been intimidated by Kalthar. He was a crude man. Angorion had taken no liking to him.

Angorion started to walk down the stairs and saw Kraling coming up the stairs snarling to himself. No doubt he had got a bad deal. When Angorion reached the bottom of the stairs he turned to see Arrille finish bartering with a Khajiit. "Hail, fellow Altmer! I would like to buy a weapon." Angorion picked up an iron longsword and weighed it in his hand. "how much is this? I am a little short on money. Maybe we could organise a little... compensation for a fellow Altmer?"

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

As the woman stormed off The argonian frowned slightly. "Well, If you need a helping hand Sstand on the Ssouth Sshore and wait for me, or elsse wait here." The argonian hustled away from the group, down the stairs past a suave Kahjiit and A duo of Altmer. heading out the door and into the rain Ghost sprinted into the water.

As he swam into the depths toward a patch of kallops Ghost goes deeper and pockets the large kallops, his natural water-breathing ability keeps him from drowning, as Ghost swims back with a half dozen kallops, Two slaugherfish close in on Ghost. Using his ability to turn invisible Ghost swims to shore, safe from the cravenous fish, As Ghost returns to the large two story building, He rushes past the Altmer and back upstairs. Using the knife he pocketed, Ghost pops open the kallops, two are empty. Crusing gently Ghost tosses the shells into the trash pile, and heads down stairs. "Time for Ssome buissness." The Argonian mutters to himself

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen
Posting as Arrille

"How much is this? I am a little short on money. Maybe we could organise a little... compensation for a fellow Altmer?"

Arrille smiled brightly at his next customer, he was having a good day today. The bar had been swamped and he had been very busy, ripping off these obviously desperate new arrivals. This latest one seemed to be trying to buy favour from him based on their shared race of all things...
"My good sir, though I must admit I prefer to parley with those of my own race as I find it refreshing to speak to somebody whom I can look in the eye however, what kind of buisinessman would I be if I allowed you a discount because of that? You shall pay exactly the same for that blade as your nordic friend, afterall I must stay consistent with my prices, the blade will cost you 25 septims."
At the end of his speech Arrille turned away from the Altmer as he spied an Argonian, descending the staircase with some purpose, excusing himself from his customer with an apologetic gesture, Arrille said to the pale scaled lizard,
"Can I help you sir?"

Adressing the tall Altmer behind the counter, Ghost slaps the four pearls onto the the wooden top. "I'll give you thesse for the Ssilver short Ssword hanging againsst the wall, and, do you have any dark colored robess for Ssale?" "Allsso a little compenssation, i know thesse cant be too eassy to come by." "Prehapss a few gold coinss?"

Arrille's Tradhouse, Seyda Neen
Arrille looked the Argonian up and down, to intimidate him and to build suspense, before taking up the four pearls and inspecting each one closely.
The Argonian doesn't know what he has here or else he wouldn't have made such a high offer...
Sir, I'm afraid to tell these stones are imperfect, I can trade this iron blade for them... with some exta septims on your part, I could offer you some armour as well... Say 30 Septims for both the blade and a cuirass?"

OOC: Oi! I never concluded my business, and you are starting on the next customers?! If that is the way its gonna be... IC coming soon.

IC: Davian was taken aback by the Shopkeeper's dismissal of the noble. He would ignore my service for... These low-lifes? he fumed, before speaking up indignantly. "Excuse me, good sir, but I believe we were in the middle of conducting business. Unless you postpone these other transactions until our business is properly concluded, I shall conclude it personally, and take my custom elsewhere," he declared, with emphasis on the last phrase to indicate that he would not deal with the altmer at any time in the future. Spurning nobility is one of the greatest faux pas a merchant could make, and Arrille was treading on thin ice here.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he felt he needed a weapon, he would have walked off right then, as not only did Arrille choose to serve the other Altmer, which, from the manner of interruption, could have been forgiven had he done it swiftly, he then chose to serve the Argonian, as though Davian was no longer there. There would be compesation for the disservice.

OOc sorry for the screw-ups, hopefully this will cover it

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

"Excuse me, good sir, but I believe we were in the middle of conducting business. Unless you postpone these other transactions until our business is properly concluded, I shall conclude it personally, and take my custom elsewhere,"

Arrille, spun. He'd forgotten the Khajjit as he was bombarded by the two newcomers, he cursed himself for neglecting the customer, it just wasn't good buisiness practice... He quickly excused himself from the other customers and hesistated briefly, thinking about how to respond to his the impatient man. The Khajjit was obviously of a higher class than his other clients and Arrille tried to play off this with a flattering bow and apology,
"Do excuse me my good sir, as you can see I have become slightly overwhelmed due to the arrival of these two gentlemen. We have a fine selection of sabres behind the counter."
Arrille bent down and pulled from behind the counter an iron and a steel sabre, placing both on the surface for inspection.
"Please, feel free to inspect each blade whilst I finalise negotiations with these two gentlemen."

OOC: Well, since Pigeon seems to have it handled, I'll just pop in and say this: Havok, You don't decide the loot you get, we do, don't do that again. Also, just a heads up, no matter how well you cut it, you aren't going to get a silver weapon before you even leave the first town. It's all about wealth distribution.

Kraling sat upstairs for a while and took stock of his situation. If he knew the land better he'd probably bunk off and hide for a while, but this place was totally new and foreign to him. As such, he had to play along with the Imperials and thier schemes for the moment. He had little money, but if he followed the directions, he'd come to some other towns, hopefully better ones than this one. He also figured surviving was more likely in a group than on his own, but he didn't much trust the others.

He'd been ripped off, but that was the worst of it so far. He, as he often did, wanted to train in mercantile at some point, but he knew it'd be the same as every time he got ripped off: he'd fume about it for a while,. then forget it until next time, learning nothing from the experience.

He stood up and went outside.

Blech, he thought, is this place ever pleasant?

Arrilles Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

"Why can't you all just leave me alone? I'm not getting dragged in again!"

Kalthar sighed at his misfortune as Laurenne stormed away. Why is it always the pretty ones? he thought to himself as he drained his tankard and stood up with his nearly empty Mazte bottle in one hand. He almost tripped when he stood up and his body was shocked at the sudden movement. Others were also beginning to leave and so he thought that perhaps it was time to hit the road. "Well, so long folks. Doubt I will ever see you again but if I do, the drinks are on me" he shouted as he began to walk away, almost tripping again. Slowly he walked down the stairs so he didn't fall and gestured to the two customers, one with a unhappy look on his face. Not surprising he thought as he stepped out into the heavy rainfall.

The rain barraged him but felt cool on his skin. He looked around, Kalthar didn't have the slightest clue in what way to go, or even how to leave the town. There were very few people on the street, most were in a rush to avoid the rain. Without anything else to do he picked a direction at random and walked north, hoping luck would smile on him.

Arrilles Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

Ghost glared at the Kahjiit. That damn Kahjiit cut me off, he better hope i dont catch him alone Ghost took a few steps back, glaring at the Kahjiit. "Altmer, the Shortsword and cuirass will you have it out for inspection?" "As well as the robe, if you have one." Inspecting the kahjiit closly Ghost notices that he is likely a lesser noble who had fallen on hard times....He'd wait

Kraling eventually got up and stepped out. He definitely would have liked some armor or at least some better clothes, but he couldn't abide the elven swindler in the Tradehouse. He walked past the other customers quickly, not really paying attention to them, and stepped into the open air.

He didn't like the way things smelled. Just in general, a bunch of foreign food and animals, plus the rot of the nearby marshes and loads of dead slaughterfish in all likelihood. If nothing else, he figured that going somewhere more urban might help a little bit. He took a quick look at the directions and decided that if Balmora was urban, at least he could probably find a job and somewhere with at least somewhat reasonable prices. He started walking towards the edge of town.