RE: Wizard Detective
03-27-2017, 06:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2017, 12:39 AM by BreadProduct.)
"Sorry sweetie, I don't have anymore desks. I should have a new one made next month." Says the kindly old carpenter. Morgan tries not to yell, it's not her fault after all, quality carpentry takes time. "You're the fourth one who's told me that today." The kindly ladies smile takes a more sly expression. "Tell you what, if you buy this couch I will put you on my priority list. The couch, which is covered in dust has a price tag that's been crossed out and re written several times. And for good reason too. It's unbelievably gaudy! The upholstery looks like a bad attempt at trying to camouflage in a field of multi colored flowers with fish swimming in it.
That price tag labelled at 50 silver is far too much for a couch like that especially since most of the gold that Grimli gave her earlier today has gone to repairs on her place. The rest can only get enough furnishing for the bare essentials, a chair. All that's left to run a proper business in there is is a desk and sign. "The priority list is usually 2 gold so this is a pretty good deal if I say so myself, And custom ordering a desk will cost a gold piece. In total you will be saving a lot of money! That's quite a deal don't you think?" The carpenter says in her best saleswoman voice she could muster.
Morgan doesn't have enough to pay three gold on a desk, true. Doing the math the total cost would come to 1.5 gold instead of 3. Oh and a terrible looking couch that she could not afford to throw away. Morgan forces a polite smile. "I will have to think about it. It's almost dinner time anyways so after I eat I will come back if I want to purchase." The carpenter shrugs "Alright just be back before dark."
Not too far away there is an inn. It's name 'The Dusty Shrew.' The sign is beautifully crafted, It even has a shrew carved into it. But no, the font is just like every other inn. The last thing Morgan wants is for people to mistake her place for one. She walks inside. As far as inns go this one is rather typical, though quieter than she expected considering the time of day. She can count the number of customers in here on one hand. "GRUTUS WE HAVE A CUSTOMER!" Yells the bartender, a portly man with a loud demeanor. "WHAT?!" That must have been the cook. "I SAID!" The bartender goes in the back "WE HAVE A CUSTOMER!" Are there only two employees here? "NOT SO LOUD! I'M BLIND NOT DEAF!" Is the cook really blind? Morgan ponders how well a blind person can cook. "Plenty of senses to work with I guess." Said in a whisper to herself before wandering to the bar table and taking a seat on one of the empty stools. It creaks to the side, one leg just slightly longer than the rest. "What can I get ya?" Says the bartender who suddenly found himself back in the front.
That price tag labelled at 50 silver is far too much for a couch like that especially since most of the gold that Grimli gave her earlier today has gone to repairs on her place. The rest can only get enough furnishing for the bare essentials, a chair. All that's left to run a proper business in there is is a desk and sign. "The priority list is usually 2 gold so this is a pretty good deal if I say so myself, And custom ordering a desk will cost a gold piece. In total you will be saving a lot of money! That's quite a deal don't you think?" The carpenter says in her best saleswoman voice she could muster.
Morgan doesn't have enough to pay three gold on a desk, true. Doing the math the total cost would come to 1.5 gold instead of 3. Oh and a terrible looking couch that she could not afford to throw away. Morgan forces a polite smile. "I will have to think about it. It's almost dinner time anyways so after I eat I will come back if I want to purchase." The carpenter shrugs "Alright just be back before dark."
Not too far away there is an inn. It's name 'The Dusty Shrew.' The sign is beautifully crafted, It even has a shrew carved into it. But no, the font is just like every other inn. The last thing Morgan wants is for people to mistake her place for one. She walks inside. As far as inns go this one is rather typical, though quieter than she expected considering the time of day. She can count the number of customers in here on one hand. "GRUTUS WE HAVE A CUSTOMER!" Yells the bartender, a portly man with a loud demeanor. "WHAT?!" That must have been the cook. "I SAID!" The bartender goes in the back "WE HAVE A CUSTOMER!" Are there only two employees here? "NOT SO LOUD! I'M BLIND NOT DEAF!" Is the cook really blind? Morgan ponders how well a blind person can cook. "Plenty of senses to work with I guess." Said in a whisper to herself before wandering to the bar table and taking a seat on one of the empty stools. It creaks to the side, one leg just slightly longer than the rest. "What can I get ya?" Says the bartender who suddenly found himself back in the front.