The Outpost
Upon entering the store, Sylarin sees all different sorts of adventuring gear. Everything from torches and dungeoneering gear, to small weapons and light armor. There is also a section for clothing, and he finds some dark green gloves. He picks them up and heads to the counter, where he's greeted by an attractive young woman that appears to be at least part elvish.
"How much for these gloves, miss?" he asks her.
"Those are 5 silver pieces," she replies with a coy smile,"and they're made from local leather, sir."
Sylarin smiles back politely, but isn't distracted enough to forget to bargain. "Hmmm, for these?" he says thoughtfully, "How about 3 silvers."
"Four." she replies curtly.
"Ok 4 it is," he agrees, "and my name is Sylarin...what's your name?" He hands her the money.
"Thank you sir, my name is Gwenna. This is my father's shop, but he's been away for some time now..." As she speaks a worried look crosses her face, but it's only for a moment. Sylarin makes note, but doesn't press further.
"I'm new in town, and I'm looking for a place to stay. Do you know of anywhere I could rent a simple room? I just passed the Blue Dragon Inn, but it seems to be a bit more than what I need."
She pauses for a moment, and replies "Well, it's nothing special but my uncle Fortran has a room for rent around the corner from here. It's private, but there's no food or drink available. Mention that Gwenna sent you, and I'm sure he'll take care of you."
Sylarin thanks her, and heads on to find Fortran.
Narwell
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