QUOTE(SubRosa @ Mar 31 2014, 03:00 PM)

You are hardcore!

Yuh, I was like ... in the zone with my toon. Buffing up my archer, pwning some baddie NPCs. I wanted to keep grinding, too. I could have grinded all night!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Loredas, 8:55 AM, Sun's Dusk 17, 4th Era 4"Hi, I'm Rasheda -- the smith -- and
this is Fire and Steel. Quality armors and weapons, and repairs, too. What can I do for you?"
The elf with the gold-colored hair looks in anguish at the Redguard's selection, seeing nothing outstanding.
Chainmail. I had upon my person a full suit of chainmail, set together by one piece here, and one piece there. All of it gone."I offer the finest goods and lowest prices in all Cyrodiil."
Aerin from Valenwood gazes upon Rasheda's 'goods', but her prices aren't as low as she claims. There are others, in the Imperial City and also Leyawiin who would slaughter Rasheda if she had to compete directly with them.
But still, these goods are of ready-make and simply of availability. And I need such."You're a fine negotiator!" Rasheda compliments, really liking the idea of the business she's expecting to get from the elf before her, on this otherwise slow day. One thing she's learned after all these years: she knows the look & smell of money when encounters it.
After the 4th Era had commenced and the Oblivion Crisis had ended, buying and selling had suffered for awhile. The towns were safe. Soldiers and guards usually kept their own gear in fine repair. Adventurers had disappeared and gone back to wherever they came from. So business had suffered, despite the fact that Chorrol's population had nearly doubled in the last 4 years. But lately it seemed like .... business might be coming back.
"I ... shall take the breast-plate of leather, the boots of deerskin fur, the breeches of iron, and the helm of ... no ... no helm for now. But I shall take all the others within my stated repertoire. Did you follow my listing?"
But Rasheda doesn't miss a beat. "That's a good deal!" She's been established and doing this for way too long to not know how to memorize an order. "Thank you, come again!"
As
Lady Saga turns to go, and begins to sip upon a bottle of mead, she abruptly stops and then turns around so quickly, Rasheda does a double-take. In that moment, Rasheda
thinks she sees something ... dangerous about this otherwise quaint-talking, properly-mannered elf. She sees a hint of a look upon the elf's face, as if she's suddenly angry about something, and the Redguard smith feels a touch of fear because of this.....
But the elf merely says... "Oh. A bow. Silly me. I need a bow. And I make presumption that you have only got iron? ..."
"Only quality goods for sale here .. what can I interest you in?"
"One iron bow," the elf says, having another sip of her mead. The elf seems flippant and gay, all a sudden. Smiling shyly. "One crossbow of iron, and .. I shall have forty of those arrows of iron. Ten bolts of steel. And you have silver? .. Draggardzly, only
bolts? No arrows? Very well, five bolts of silver, then". .. The gold in Rasheda's till has gone from 'Septims for dinner' to 'Septims for a two entire
weeks of dinners' in flash.
As Saga turns to go, Rasheda can't help but think about that look upon the elf's face, the one she had just witnessed.
So many enemies must see that face
before their doom she realizes.