Eldrog, Mercival and Willow - The Beginning

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Jun 21, 2019 1:08 am
Mercival
Hilgo rubs his chin in thought, eyeing you intently as he ponders your proposal. "Oy, I'm uff concern for th' pebbles what be forced ta be livin' wit'out thar kin, that be for shore." he says, a slight grin. "Hows many buildins ya be makin' for th' orphanes? Figger it be near 12,000 nail per buildin', what take 'round 800 a pound, makin' it some 15 pound per buildin'."

Pausing, he then says "Metal ain't cheap, priest, as I'm shore ya kin figger. Normal price be 10 silver 5, a pound, which give a total cost o' round 16 gold for the lot. Course, that's fore th' priestly discount we be havin' now. Say, half-off the lot?"
Jun 21, 2019 2:12 am
Mercival smiles and bows and makes superficially religious-seeming gestures toward the dwarf, The Lord of Peace blesses you and your business! We shall name a building after you to commemorate your generosity, sweet child of the light! The Hilgo Bandylegs Schoolhouse for Underprivileged Aspiring Forgeworkers!
Mercival counts out 8 gold lions and 1 silver hawk to give to Hilgo, and one extra hawk so that I may borrow one of your apprentices for a short time, sadly I've not been blessed with strength enough to carry crates filled with iron! I shall require assistance to bring these to the caravansary where my party's wagons are kept and load them.
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Jun 21, 2019 2:36 pm
Mercival
"The bargain be struck!", the dwarf says, spitting into his hand and reaching it toward you.
Jun 21, 2019 6:38 pm
Mercival looks a little taken aback by the gesture but recovers himself and hesitantly shakes Hilgo's hand while trying not to grimace at the thought of touching dwarf spit.
A- as you say, Master Bandylegs...
Mercival directs the nearest apprentice to pick up the goods and follow.
I shall not require your apprentice for long.
Mercival leads the apprentice back to the wagons. If the container(s) are small enough to not be in the way, Mercival will just stow them on Bastion Sales coach where he can keep an eye on it. Otherwise he'll have it loaded onto William Gaine's wagon.
Jun 21, 2019 7:40 pm
The young lad sent to help you is strong, though not what you would think is very strong, and he wobbles and weaves as he carries the bulky materials. It is not so much the weight as the volume of the stuff, all set into a rather sizable barrel. Eventually, with a couple of rests in between, you make it back to the wagons, where Bastion indicates that only his goods are to be part of his wagon.

Though he grimaces at you, Gaines agrees to let you store your "worthless" nails on his.
Jun 21, 2019 9:25 pm
You're dismissed, off you go, says Mercival to the apprentice as he makes a shooing motion with his hands. Mercival rubs his hands together in anticipation of profit upon selling the nails to a shipwright in Seaton.

Mercival spends the rest of this time napping in Bastion's coach and snoring rather loudly.
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Jun 24, 2019 5:17 pm
Moonday, 3 Planting 591CY
Your tasks for the evening completed, food and drink warming your bellies, you settle in for a quiet night's rest. In the safe confines of the Sanduchar walls, you quickly doze, only to be bothered almost immediately by the rising sun. The wagoners are already up and about, making themselves ready to depart once the gates open.

The clouds are gathering overhead, giving a hint that rain might come, and the thrumming of tree frogs is still loud in the early light.

"Good day, fellow travelers!" a cheerful Bastion greets you as he checks over the supplies in his wagon. "Pray the weather holds, and we should be in Seaton in a couple of days! Exciting times indeed! I hear the port is second to none, and I cannot wait to set up trade there."

"I am going to eat breakfast. Join me?" he asks, turning and departing without waiting for an answer.
Jun 24, 2019 5:22 pm
At the first sounds of morning, Eldrog is up and stowing his gear. He takes a long look around from where the wagons are until he feels comfortable. Shortly after, the wagoners are arriving and checking their wares and conditions of the wagons.

Why yes, I believe I will join you for breakfast before suffering trail rations today. He gives a smile and follows Bastion off to get breakfast.
Jun 24, 2019 5:42 pm
Mercival continues snoring loudly in Bastion's coach until the word "breakfast" pierces his reverie. Waking with a start, he pokes his head out of the wagon and sees Bastion walking away.
Ah, just a moment good sir! Mercival nearly trips on his way out of the coach to hurriedly catch up with Bastion.
You did say breakfast, did you not? I shall be delighted to join you and break my fast with some morning victuals. I've spent too long in coarser company recently to permit such an opportunity to pass me by. Like that unctuous addle-pate of a church brother that hosted me in Gradsul. He had the gall to insinuate that I were some sort of... profligate voluptuary... or some such nonsense! Mercival throws his hands up as if the mere notion were completely exasperating.
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Jun 24, 2019 9:10 pm
Mercival and Eldrog
Bastion stops quickly, looking back at Mercival as he runs to join him and Eldrog. Looking at his dwarf man-at-arms, he whispers "Translate?" before smiling and half-waving to the priest. Turning slowly, he once again heads toward an eatery.
Jun 24, 2019 9:31 pm
Eldrog smiles at his employer and whispers back. "Like to be pampered I believe. Like one of those High Bred ladies."

Eldrog laughs and continues to walk towards the eatery.
OOC:
Ok, I really do not know what it means and I decided not to google but, the way he has been playing his character, I took a guess.
Jun 24, 2019 9:39 pm
OOC:
Pretty much spot on!
Jun 24, 2019 10:06 pm
Mercival and Eldrog
Leading the way, Eldrog notes that Bastion leads you passed Barrister's Digs to the building next door, Feather's House. Entering, he finds a table and hails a server. "Three full breakfasts, please. With coffee, strong, mine with a hint of cinnamon. Pork, not beef, and extra creamy butter." he rips off quickly.

Before anyone can speak, he adds "Oh! have you any drake tail? Is it even that season? If not, goat milk instead, please."
Jun 25, 2019 1:48 am
Mercival looks at Bastion, apparently impressed, before clapping him on the shoulder, A gentleman of refined tastes! We shall get along just fine, you and I! I find drake tail a bit gamey, tastes a bit like chicken just chewier and with a flavor that lingers on the palate. Not particularly to my taste.

Oh and in lieu of coffee, might I have some cardamon tea? You do have that in this kingdom don't you?
Jun 26, 2019 10:10 pm
Mercival
Kardm... karadom... what tea, sire? the server looks at you quizzically, her hair already falling from its ribbons though it is early yet. She then adds "Not sure 'bout no teas like that, but grey an' black we got for sure, if his lordship would like."

Turning to Eldrog, she adds "And you, sir dwarf? Somethin' to fill your belly as well?"
OOC:
Sorry for my slowness this week. Work has been pretty busy, and my normal lunch time gaming has been interrupted. :/
Jun 26, 2019 10:56 pm
Mercival looks disappointed. No I don't suppose you would have cardamon, it comes from an arid climate and this kingdom so far seems decidedly... moist... Mercival rubs his chin. Well I suppose a black tea goes well with breakfast, I shall have that! With some lemon zest should you have some handy.
OOC:
No worries, I'm in no particular rush. I might be a bit busy this upcoming week anyway.
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Jun 27, 2019 12:39 am
I have to keep my wits today. Strong coffee for me in addition to a full breakfast. Extra bacon of course.

Eldrog looks around the room and keeps an eye on the door while they wait for their food and while they eat.

Are you sure your on the correct wagon train? We seem too primitive for your tastes. Eldrog smiles as he pokes a little fun.
Jun 27, 2019 1:45 am
Oh no, not at all too primitive, we all must start somewhere after all! Mercival flashes Eldrog a gormless smile, the sarcasm clearly lost on him.
Are you expecting trouble today Eldrog, second son of Akar from the North of Haven Hill?
Jun 27, 2019 5:46 pm
Eldrog and Mercival
As you get comfortable, well, as comfortable as a hard-backed wooden chair of questionable quality can be, you take stock and note that most of the clientele here seem to be of the fisherman or merchant variety. There is a mixture of races, though humans dominate the breakfast crowd, and the servers are hard pressed to keep up.

Still, it is cozy and clean, and soon your food is delivered. It is plentiful and hot, just the thing to start your morning.
OOC:
I'll allow you to interact for as long as you need... :) Hopefully get acquainted and stuff...
Jun 27, 2019 5:54 pm
In my line of work you always expect trouble. Watch every tree and rock as if there is a potential enemy hiding behind them. I study the terrain and figure out potential ambush sites. And yes, I am always expecting trouble.


Eldrog turns and picks up his mug of coffee and takes a drink. Enjoying the feel of the steaming liquid as it flows down into his stomach. He wonders if this Half-Elf with such a great job afterwards really knows of the dangers of the world.
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