Aggie Hrund
Aggie listens intently, her sharp eyes moving between each of the companions. Her hands remain busy as she lights a final lamp, the faint glow from her pendant flickering in rhythm with the flame. She adjusts her glasses, letting out a low hum of consideration.
"Quadruplets, two boys and two girls, if you were wondering," Aggie responds to Trix, her voice tinged with a touch of amusement as she catches Trix inspecting a peculiar metal contraption.
"And yes, I do have my own boat. Comes in handy more often than you'd think."
She turns her attention to Elodie, her expression hardening slightly, though not unkindly.
"Silver earned with blood, eh? That’s a phrase I hear more often than I’d like around here. Makes for good business, though. Rates, I can talk. But you should know the guild has its rules—anything brought in gets appraised by me. You’ll get a fair cut, but don’t expect the moon and stars. That chandelier of yours..." She leans forward slightly, squinting at it through her glasses.
"...Looks fine enough, once we clean it up and melt it down. But, if you’re looking to make a better return on your blood, you’ll need something a bit more unique."
Aggie gestures to the surrounding shelves, crammed with ancient curiosities.
"Scrap is the lifeblood of our world, but there’s always interest in the esoteric. Relics with a story, that tell of our past glories — those fetch the best prices. You say you’ve got access to more? Well, bring me something that’ll make my guild hall the talk of the tower, and we can talk about rates that’ll make it worth your time."
She folds her arms, tilting her head toward Elodie.
"So, what’s this opportunity of yours? You don’t strike me as the usual scavenger crowd." Her eyes flick briefly to Subeen, then to Trix, who seems utterly engrossed in a bauble.
"And it looks like your lot might have a tale or two worth hearing."OOC:
Aggie offers 20gp for the mangled silver chandelier, which is a fair price.
