RP:Alice The Merchant Part 2
Cenril Weapons Shop
Alice was practically bursting at the seams with the joy she was carrying about. Her deal with Togo had gone absolutely perfect! She now made her way just a bit to the east, to her personal favorite store here in Cenril... (other than, of course, the bakery.) This time, however, Alice took a slightly different approach, one warrior to another, she knew such a jolly entrance might not make such a good impression here. Stepping inside, and for a moment admiring the place was decorated, she called out. "Miss Carnesir. Ye in today?" She was particularly fixated with a certain tapestry depicting a rather gory scene... ah well.
Melawen was showcasing her wide variety of weaponry to an interested customer near the back of the shop, though she always kept an eye on the front door. Cenril was not the friendliest of municipalities, and she would never let a thief from her shop with all of his or her limbs intact. It was with this natural warrior-instilled caution that Melawen instantly noticed as Alice enter her shop. She held up a hand as she finished speaking with a customer, "... let me know if you have any more questions." Her attention turned to Alice as she made her way to the visitor. "Yes, what can I help you with?"
Alice nearly winced, realizing she'd interrupted, but managed to keep it together. She realy wasn't the kind of girl to stay shy for long. Or to ever be shy in the first place, really. She quickly cut to the chase, lifting the large package from her back, and laying it on the counter. "I have here some o' my work. From what I hear, the current suppliers fer Cenril aren't all that great. So. I thought I'd go ahead'n see what ye think o' this. Maybe we could come ter some sort o' arrangement, yeah?" She stood up straight, now that the weight of the armor and weapons was finally off of her. It was probably good that she had taken care of Togo first.
Melawen did not even glance at the weapons on the counter. "You know that I only sell the best weapons here. Are you telling me your work is better than what I have on display?" The woman kept her gaze levelled at Alice, obviously skeptical. It was only after ten seconds that the vendor looked to the weapons on the table curiously though she did not touch. The question was an honest one, though, in the interest of winning the inevitable mental bargaining war which was to take place, Melawen did not want to quickly admit to the fact that Alice had pointed out: current suppliers in the area were lacking.
Alice could feel that gaze piercing right through her, sharper than any of the blades she had to offer. But she stayed sharp herself. "Aye. I am indeed. My swords were in demand in the war 'gainst the Time Lord Vuryal, y'know. I was even the blacksmith fer King Eboric's warband." She motioned to the final remaining thing strapped to her back; what appeared to be a greataxe. "This is me own weapon as well, though she ain't fer sale. She were good enough fer me to be allowed te use durin' the time I was a soldier in the war." How about them apples!
Melawen kept her eye to Alice, but her expression changed subtly as Alice mentioned the high war-time demand and her own time as a soldier. It was then that Melawen's gazed shifted first to Alice's greataxe and then to the weapons on the table. She lifted one of Alice's blades from the countertop and brushed her fingertip against the blade. Melawen held the weapon by the handle, experiencing the weight of the axe in her hand, bouncing it slightly to measure how it was balanced. An audible click of the tongue was inspired by what she was seeing. "What price are you asking in return for your services?" The woman looks up to Alice.
Alice grasped at the mithril bracer on her left arm, giving it a slow rotation, before responding. "Nothin' too pricey. Enough ter keep food on the table, an' maybe save up an' buy a house here in town someday. Til then, 'nough fer food and stay at the Inn." She grinned. She'd been staying at the Inn for free for a while, in return, she'd been doing maintenance work, fixing roofs, stopping leaks, mending fences. She was, after all, a handywoman by nature. "I ken do twenty percent less'n what yer payin now, I'd reckon." She was taking a gamble... hopefully it wouldn't burn her. But hey, she was guessing, based off the price Togo had given her.
At Alice's proposition, Melawen's first hint of a smile formed. It was a straight-shot from the the blacksmith: no dancing around numbers. The merchant tapped a finger on the counter. For work of this quality and the fact that Alice has seen battle, just as she had, the woman was not going to cheat Alice into lowering her prices further. "Your weapons are high quality. Twenty percent off will work. It's a deal for a fellow warrior." Melawen held out her hand to seal the agreement.
Alice shook that hand with a grin. Fantastic! Two deals in a day. Al was now officially this town's blacksmith, and all it took was a little bit of elbow grease! With that, the redhead turned on her heel and made her way right back out of the establishment. That certainly had been fun... she was a little tired. There was a certain baker in town she was sure would be a good person to go see... the redhead could feel her stomach grumbling already!
NPCing courtesy of Kovl.