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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 9:27:46 GMT -5
Torrhen, Jeor and Donnell ride down to White Harbour to see Manderly about a business venture.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 9:37:53 GMT -5
Jeor drove the oxen, with Donnell sitting beside him. Torrhen was seated on the back of the small wagon, using his weight to hold the skins down over top of dozens of bales of sourleaf. It represented about half their harvest, and taking the drastic step of traveling so far south had never happened before, but with the other clans all begging poverty, a newer market was required. If taking such a drastic step, Torrhen figured, one may as well go big.
Hence they had arrived in White harbor, seeking audience with a white harbor merchant.
They rode their wagon along the dock's road, seeking merchants who looked like they'd fallen on hard times.
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 17:37:42 GMT -5
They spotted one building labeled White and White trading company, that was clearly fallen on hard times. There were a few others, but none were occupied but that one.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 22:24:06 GMT -5
They parked the ox cart, and Torrhen and Donnel got out, while Jeor stayed watch. Torrhen approached and banged on the door.
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 22:32:51 GMT -5
The door was slightly opened, but at the banging a man shouted, "Stop that... stop that now!!"
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 22:36:10 GMT -5
Torrhen stopped banging.
"Begging your pardon, but are you open for business?"
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 22:41:35 GMT -5
"I am indeed good ser, but there is absolutely no reason for creating such a clamor. I am a delicate man in quite indecent health, and you lads go about clamoring for not good reason. It is positively uncivilized." A tall man with long brown hair, and a thin mustache appears in the door frame.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 22:43:35 GMT -5
"What's wrong with you," Torrhen asked, in characteristic bluntness, "you sick?"
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 22:50:16 GMT -5
"Indeed I am my good man. Sick of life, sick of this hick town on the edge of no where. Sick of a failing business, and a traitorous sister. And most of all sick to the gills because I drank four bottles of spiced wine last night, and every word from your mouth makes me want to sick up all over my shirt." The man replied tiredly, "Well, never mind about that. You are a client, and we should speak inside. Come, come." He turned and walked back into the shop.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 22:55:16 GMT -5
"What did your sister do?" Torrhen asked, as he entered, Donnel following him.
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 23:00:15 GMT -5
"She was caught perpetrating fraud on the good folks of this incredibly small, and smelly town. As a result the good folks of this incredibly small and smelly town have stopped frequenting my incredibly small and smelly shop." He rubbed his eyes, and flopped into a seat, and motioned for them to join him. He picked up a bottle of wine, and drink from its head, and then offered it to the two men.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:12:00 GMT -5
They both declined.
"Thank you no. So... you bring goods North, then, for the most part and sell them here?" Torrhen asked. He was beginning to wonder if he'd come to the wrong place.
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 23:17:16 GMT -5
"That is my business model wrapped up with a bow." The man replied, "I am trader, not a traitor like my bitch of sister." Those last lines were yelled at a staircase in the corner.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:19:29 GMT -5
"What was the fraud in question if I may ask," Torrhen asked, and where do your goods come from?"
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 23:32:51 GMT -5
He suddenly sat up a little straighter, and then sighed, "I would not tell you, but it is still the buzz of this shit hole town." He wiped his brow, took a long drink from the bottle, and said, "My sister decided that she had a head for business, so when i was away she took to dressing like a man and running my business. Now I, obviously, had absolutely no idea she was doing this. Well eventually she was found out, and the whole town stopped purchasing our wares. If I had the capital I would make back to King's Landing yesterday." He grumbled.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5