>>35834348

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAqe9iRjmbc

A pair of fiddlers came in from Merrill’s Crossing down by Rawshire this morning, and have been keeping the Market Square alive with music ever since they came. They were respectively a young man, with sharp cheekbones and short blonde hair with brown eyes, and a young girl with a neat little sunhat with a bow on it. The both of them didn’t look much like adventurers, more like just travelers seeking to bring some music in.

As you took stock, Miss Eckhardt read her book, tapping her foot to the music. Rusky the Husky dog sat by her feet, still a bit sleepy.

You weren’t happy for a few reasons. One, it was cold. Two, a light flaking of snow was beginning. Three, you haven’t had sex with a woman in a few days, at least not counting Stiina and that’s because you barely remember that. And four, you’re still poorer than an Elf begging for reconciliation. You sigh, holding a clay bowl, speaking of Elves, you could probably pass this off as another Elven artifact.

At least you have a roof over your heads now, and Miss Eckhardt was discussing plans to insulate it with more wood and more timber. But that’s her problem and her money, not yours. You have to keep thinking for yourself, and occasionally your mother. At least you made the monthly payment of a hundred silver last week. You barely made that payment, but with this new business venture with Miss Eckhardt, you might start having leftover cash for once.

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>>35834372
[2/2]

Anyway, bowls are good. Boxes are good. Sacks are good. Weird dreamcatcher thingy is good as well. You’re surprised no one’s went for that, adventurers love vaguely mystical things.

Miss Eckhardt adjusts her glasses a bit, looking up at you. “Mister Kanenas.”

“Miss Eckhardt.” You place a dusty old potion glass on a shelf. It creaks loudly. You take the glass off then put it down on the counter.

“You play any instruments?” Oh, how else would you show your love for the King? Then again, it’s been a while, especially since if you did have an instrument, you probably already sold it for spare change.

What did you play?

> The Fiddle
> The Banjo
> The Resonator Guitar
> “Forget instruments, I sing.”
> Write in

>>35834389
>> “Forget instruments, I sing.”
Voice like an angel's orgasm

>>35834389
>> The Resonator Guitar

>>35834389
> The Resonator Guitar

>>35834389
>The Resonator Guitar

>>35834389
> The Resonator Guitar

>>35834389
> “Forget instruments, I sing.”

>>35834389
>“Forget instruments, I sing.”

Pretty well, but not enough to make a living off of it.

>>35834389
> The Resonator Guitar

>>35834389
>The Resonator Guitar

>>35834389
> The Banjo
A poor mans instrument

>>35834389
>Write in
Steel lap guitar!
Such as this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7vS4z6ngQo

> The Resonator Guitar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdBpY071P0E

Ah, now you remember. “I used to play a Reso Guitar. Something about that metallic twang it has over a regular guitar really gets me, not sure how to describe it.” You shrug leaning on the counter and crossing your arms. “Practiced with my Dad’s old Reso for some time, even brought it over here from Solarno. Played a bit for extra cash, but I couldn’t make the rent one month. Had to sell it.”

Miss Eckhardt frowns. “Aw, that’s… I couldn’t imagine selling my father’s items.”

“I can, it got me through two months at least,” you say. Miss Eckhardt quirks her brow at that, in disbelief. “I’m not a fan of my father, okay?” She nods understandably. “What about you, I haven’t seen you play anything.”

“Well, there’s no human on this good green Valaer that doesn’t know how to work with music,” says Miss Eckhardt. “Me, I play a simple fiddle and well… that’s it. The adventurers I rolled with usually had music going and I’d join them occasionally.”

“You don’t talk about your adventuring days much.” Your curiosity has been piqued. Miss Eckhardt sighs, still frowning. “Don’t want to talk about it?”

“It’s not something you’d care about,” she says. “Way I see it anyway…” She narrows her eyes at you. “I’d reckon you were trying to seduce me, Mister Kanenas.”

You size her up. Her breasts are nothing special, but those legs of hers underneath those black stockings. And you did catch a peak of her very firm rear when she bent over to pick up a book. She looks at you, very knowingly behind those cute glasses of hers. She’d probably be a bit cuter too if she let down her hair as well.

Okay, she’s not wrong, but you’re not going to let her know that.

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>>35834389
>Write in: Electric triangle

>>35834829
[2/2]

“Anyway,” says Miss Eckhardt. “I think once we’re done for today, I’ll head down to the public baths.” She shuts her book and raises her arms, stretching. “Ugh… I must smell like an Elf.” She smells lovely actually, she’s probably just trying to get to you. “Why don’t you join me, Mister Kanenas? You could use a bath.”

You roll your eyes. “Public baths are expensive, fifty silver a person.”

“Yeah, but.” She stands up, walks over to you, then takes a whiff of your shoulder. She immediately recoils, gagging. “Ugh! You smell like the Wood Elves of Xalfacia! You could raise a graveyard with how bad you smell!”

… You don’t smell that bad, do you?

“She’s right!” says Satchel as he passes by with a crate of arrows in his hands..

This would actually explain a lot as to why you never get any customers.

But then again, fifty silver? Pfft.

> “Fine, but after this shift.”
> “I’ll think about it.”
> “No.”
> Write in

>>35834862
> “I’ll think about it.”

>>35834862
> “I’ll think about it.”
> Write in
Maybe find a nearby pool of water?

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>>35834862
> “Fine, but after this shift.”

>>35834862

> “Fine, but after this shift.”

>>35834862
>> “Fine, but after this shift.”
I guess

>>35834862
> “Fine, but after this shift.”

Woman like clean men, that's a double win.

How much would soap cost us? if that's cheaper he could just buy a bar and heat some water of a fire and wash himself with a rag.

>>35834959
good point
>>35834862
backing this

>>35834862
> “Fine, but after this shift.”

It couldn't hurt. Looking good equals better sales, so too would smelling good. Greasy hair/complexion probably doesn't help us sell anything, either.

>>35834862
>> “Fine, but after this shift.”

>already spending money when you don't need to
I bet you'll be eating real meals soon
Filthy goyim

>>35834959
>Not have miss eckhardt smuggle a bar out for us
Do you want to be poor forever?

>>35834959
Dude, soap is expensive as shit.

>>35835096
I mean if we do end up going to the public bath we're going to take as much stuff as we can out of there, soap, shampoo, towels, rags, sponges, anything

> “Fine, but after this shift.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “Why can’t I just buy some soap and stand out in the rain?”

“Because that’s not sanitary,” she says. “Come on, maybe you’ll make some friends at the baths!” She bounces her eyebrows up and down. “Maybe meet a few girls too.”

“I’ve already shagged a few bath attendants, it’s nothing new,” you say. She blinks, she apparently did not see that coming. “But alright, fine. After this shift, and you have better have the hundred silver ready because I sure as heck ain’t paying for it.” She smiles at that, satisfied. She walks over to her book on the ground, then bends over to pick it up.

Mhm, very firm ass.

“Anyway,” says Miss Eckhardt. You immediately make eye contact when she turns around. “I hope we have a good round today! Might be able to afford some raw materials down at the docks to help expand our little home away from… well home.” Your stall is pretty sorry looking but it’s a stopgap measure until you can find something affordable.

There’s a knock at the counter. You turn to look and oh jeez. “Kasimir!” She smiles lovingly at you.

>> SLOANE SELACHI <<
>> Debt Collector <<

You know Sloane very well. Specifically, she works for the people your father, and by extension you, owe money to. You look down at her ample breasts. Even underneath a tabard, a tunic, and a heavy coat, you remember those things, like soft pudding. “I see your priorities are straight as usual,” she jokingly.

Miss Eckhardt looks at you. “Who’s this?”

> “My loan shark.”
> “My ex-girlfriend.”
> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”
> Write in

>>35835186
>> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”

>>35835186
>> “My loan shark.”
>> “My ex-girlfriend.”
>> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”
All of the aboce

>>35835186
> “My loan shark.”
> “My ex-girlfriend.”
> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”
They are the same thing

>>35835186
> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”

>>35835186
>> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”
We paid this month, well we sent money to mom at least

>>35835186
>“Sloane, what are you doing here?”

>>35835186
"Someone I owe money."
>Hand her the money we owe for this month

>>35835186
> “My loan shark.”

>>35835186
> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”
I thought we sent money to them, what's the deal?

>>35835186
>> “My loan shark.”
>> “My ex-girlfriend.”
>> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”
>>35835286
we already paid

>>35835186
> “My loan shark.”
>> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”

>>35835286
ment to link to this guy
>>35835268

>>35835317
Oh I guess he did and I'm just a dumbass.

>>35835186
how much money do we owe still?

>>35835186
> “My loan shark.”
> “My ex-girlfriend.”

> “Sloane, what are you doing here?”

You fold your arms, glaring at Sloane. “What are you doing here, Sloane?”

Her smirks disappears and turns into a rather busy look. “Can we talk in private?” She looks over at Miss Eckhardt. “Sorry, Mommy and Daddy are talking.” Miss Eckhardt harumphs, glaring at Sloane as well. You roll your eyes, then hop over the counter and walk with Sloane across the way and talk between a pair of empty stalls. Miss Eckhardt can still see you, but she probably won’t be able to hear you.

“Right, what’s the deal? I paid you last week,” you say. Sloane pulls out a simple smoking pipe then starts lighting up. “If you want to rut some more, I have to tell you now, I’m not going to lay with my loan shark.”

“I prefer the term debt collector,” she says simple. She smiles up at you. You tower over a foot over the short little brunette. She puffs out a ring of smoke. “Besides, it’s not that. Unless-“ You shake your head. “Okay, let me be straight with you. Your mother sold the house, used the money to help pay the debt.”

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>>35835516
[2/2]

You blink. “She what?” Something twitches at the back of your head. “She did what?” Sloane looks at you with a “you heard me” look. You groan, burying your face in your hands. She really sold the house! What was she thinking!?

“If it’s any consolation,” says Sloane. “It helped pay a large part of the debt. Now at the rate you pay it, it’s only another two or three years until you pay it off.” You glare at her. “Don’t worry, she’s safe. A friend of hers is quartering her, they live down on Ashbrooke, you know the nice neighborhood.” Well, that’s kind of comforting.

“Okay, why are you here then? You could’ve just sent a letter,” you say.

“Because now ‘they’ are not confident you can keep paying the debt. Especially if your Moms is forced to pay with the house.” Oh great. Here it comes. “We need a reason to believe you can keep paying at the rate you pay, a hundred silver monthly. Which means, they want a down payment for part of the debt by tonight.”

“How much?”

“Seven hundred silver.”

…

> “I’m going to tan your ass so raw people will use it as armor!”
> “Seven hundred!?”
> “I don’t suppose you can help me here?”
> Write in

>>35835533
>> “Seven hundred!?”

>>35835533
>“Seven hundred!?”
>Foam at the mouth

>>35835533
>> “I’m going to tan your ass so raw people will use it as armor!”
It's only to return the favor of them fucking us in the ass

>>35835533
> “Seven hundred!?”
> “I’m going to tan your ass so raw people will use it as armor!”

>>35835533
> “Seven hundred!?”

Shit, we have nowhere near enough for that, probably.

>>35835533
> “I’m going to tan your ass so raw people will use it as armor!”
That will probably give us 700 silver quick if we can sell it.

>>35835533
> “Seven hundred!?”

>>35835533
> “I don’t suppose you can help me here?”

>>35835533
>"They want SEVEN MONTHS worth of payments by tonight? You realize how insane that sounds, right?"

>>35835533
"Huh, is that all? yeah okay come back tonight, I'll have your money."

We gotta be smooth here.

>>35835752
And then what?

>>35835778
We sell.

>Calmly ask for a week instead of a day.
>Introduce her to our new partner who is providing stock for us to sell that will enable us to make that kind of money.

> “I’m going to tan your ass so raw people will use it as armor!”
> “Seven hundred!?”

You advance on her. “I am going to tan your ass so raw people will use it as armor!” She backs up into the stall, frightened. “You want me to pay seven hundred silver by tonight?! That’s seven months worth of payment! What in the name of the King makes you think I can pay it off by then!? Are you so dense or has all the blood in your head rushed straight to your-“

“Kasimir, please,” she holds her hands up. You’ve realized you’ve basically forced her into a corner. You look over to see Miss Eckhardt, looking at you worriedly. You sigh, stepping back and giving Sloane some place. “Look, I’m not trying to extort you or anything. They want it by tonight, there’s room for error but they’d prefer tonight.”

“They ain’t getting anything tonight, I’m lucky if I break two hundred,” you say.

She bites her lip, frowning as she pulls her smoking pipe from her lips. “Look, Kasimir, I want to help you too. Heck, I’d pay for your mother to come over and live with you if I could but, you know. Work is work, money is money. Can’t you make the payment?”

“I could if I sold off everything I had,” you say. “And maybe convinced Miss Eckhardt to prostitute herself. But that’s not going to happen. That’d just be prolonging the inevitable.”

Sloan sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes frustratedly. “Jeez.” She opens her eyes at and looks up at you. “Tell you what, um… for old time’s sake, Kasimir. You know, there’s a lot of adventurers here to scam coming in this morning and you know… I could help pay some of the price.” You can see her legs tremble a bit.

Ugh, you know where this is going.

She flutters her eyes. “Maybe if you’d be willing to… just this once for me?”

> “No.”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>35835949
> “No.”

>>35835949
Because I'm a dense motherfucker, can someone explain what exactly she is offering to do and what she wants us to do in return?

>>35835949
>Fine

>>35835949
>> “Fine.”

>>35836011
Uh either be a whore or fuck us then pay for it. That or she gets some weird enjoyment out of making poor fuckers accept charity.

>>35835949
> “Fine.”

>>35835949
> “Fine.”

>>35835949
> “Fine.”

>>35836011
>>35836035
I think she wants to play loan shark with the dumb adventurers

>>35835949
you guys remember that we have pride yes?
> “No.”

>>35836035
>making poor fuckers accept charity.
That's my fetish?

>>35836011
She's basically saying she'll pay up for part of the price in exchange for a bit of the D.

>>35835949
> “No.”

>>35836072
Remember when
>merchants
>pride

>>35836072
pride or getting our kneecaps broken

>>35835949
>No, I can do this. I just need to focus on selling.

>>35836072
>Pride
>Merchant
pick one.

Hey guys, I just want to let you all know that no matter the out come, I love you all.

>>35836232
I hate you no matter the outcome. Especially if it's the one I want to happen

>>35836232
>>35836239
I have no strong feelings towards either of you, just the outcome.

>>35836232
>>35836239
>>35836255
Wonderful.

>>35835949
> “Fine.”

>>35836232
I like you too anon. Of the friend kind of concept.

> “Fine.”

“I should say no but…” You look down at Sloane. As much as you detest her line of work, the girl is attractive, very attractive. And you certainly have first hand experience of what she’s like in bed. She talks in her sleep though. “Fine, but if you ever ask me of this again, I will send you on your ass out of Therindel.”

She grins, patting your cheek. “Lovely!” She starts walking away. “Just aim for about four hundred by today. I can handle the rest.” With that through, she waves and walks off.

You sulk a bit as you step back over the counter, then sit down next to Miss Eckhardt. “What was that about?” she asks.

“Long story, but I need about four hundred silver by the end of today, you think we can do it?”

She shrugs. “I suppose we can.” The morning bell rings. Rusky cranes his neck back and howls to the tune of it. “So, is she some sort of loan shark?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ve got a debt to pay. Don’t worry, it’s my money, not yours. You can keep whatever you earn.” Miss Eckhardt frowns at that. “No really, keep what you earn. Let me sell and focus.”

“Alright,” she says, looking ahead. The first few customers start roaming the Square, looking at the wares of many merchants and travelers. Many stalls have everything, from insulated walls, shutters to keep out the cold, personal heralds to advertise goods, the works. The crowd seems a bit thin today. You’ll be lucky to sell anything.

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>>35836535
Wait is she going to go whore herself out?

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>>35836535
[2/2]

“Hallo! Goedemorgen!” You and Miss Eckhardt look to see a Vogelvolk, one of the smarter Strigiform tribesbird to be precise. “Are you Kasimir Kanenas?”

You nod. “What’s it to you, Vogel?”

He offers his wing to shake. “Aloysious of the Steenuil Tribe, one of the most proudest tribes of the Vogelreich!” You shake it politely. On his back you can see various packs and satchels for carrying things. “I was directed here by a Miss Strafniki, and she tells me you are a great salesman!”

>> ALOYSIOUS <<
>> Steenuil Tribe Adventurer <<

> “The best.”
> “You want me to sell something of yours, don’t you?”
> “She exaggerates.”
> Write in

>>35836561
>> “The best.”
We make a fortune despite shitty appearances

>>35836561
>> “The best."

>>35836561
> “The best.”
If it wasn't true we would be dead by now

>>35836561
This man is a tiny owl, that's great

>>35836612
Vogelvolk actually average around seven to eight feet tall, Strigiform tribes mostly.

>>35836561
Start clucking like a chicken

>>35836561
> “The best.”

>>35836561
> “The best.”

>>35836561
>“The best.”
>I could sell you your own feathers and you would gladly pay me extra

Vogelvolk, so Dutch with a little bit of German mixed in.

>>35836561
> “The best.”
Oh Stiina. Always looking out for us.

>>35836555
Probably, slut ass loan sharks

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> “The best.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mrin3rqjXPw

You grin at him. “The best.” Miss Eckhardt and Rusky look at you, skeptically. You roll your eyes at them. “Don’t look at me like that ,you know how well I sell things.” Rusky barks, whining a bit.

Aloysious says, “Well, aangename kennismaking!” He turns, trying to reach into his satchels on his back. You can hear the clattering of a frying pan and the clinking of potions within. “Now, Miss Strafniki has assured me, that you would be willing to sell a product of mine! One that is most well-tested and most assured an efficient and well-suited weapon of war!” He throws a satchel down on your counter. You reach and pull it out. It appears to just be some kind of stick, with a bit of metal welded to it. “There it is!” You look down what appears to be a hole. “Oh, don’t do that!” He pushes your head back.

“What is it?” you ask.

“This, is a schietgeweer!” he boasts. “A magiarm! Uses magical cap to combust and propel a cast-iron ball about the size of your fingernails to lethal speeds! It’s not loaded right now, but I’d be happy to demonstrate!”

“How does it work?” You narrow your eyes. “How did you make this thing work? You’re a giant bird!”

“I got creative.” He sighs, a frown evident on his face. “Unfortunately, no one seems to appreciate it. In fact uh… no one seems to appreciate anything I build.”

…

“Please help me sell this thing, I haven’t eaten anything in over a day and I need money!” he begs.

> “Fine, what’s the price range?”
> “No thanks.”
> Write in

>>35836934
> “Fine, what’s the price range?”

>>35836934
>> “Fine, what’s the price range?”
We'll sell it off as an ancient weapon found in some old kings tomb

>>35836934
>> “Fine, what’s the price range?”

>>35836934
>Write in

Could you give me a demonstration of what this thing can do?

>>35836934
> “Fine, what’s the price range?”
Oh, well, I didn't think Fire arms existed in this setting.

>>35837098
Of course it would take a race of crazy german bird people to invent them.

>>35836934
> “Fine, what’s the price range?”
Also get that demonstration. The more we know/understand it, the better

>>35837136
Works for me! Now we need to find an arms dealer to unload this at.

> “Fine, what’s the price range?”

You heft it a bit, trying to find a proper way to hold it. “Well, I can certainly sell this if I can sell a plain bowl for twenty silver.” He grins at that, his head bouncing up and down with glee. “What would you say the price for this would be?”

“Well, that is a unique prototype, worth thousands of silver!” he yells.

You blink at him, really?

He sighs. “Okay, we can do with three hundred silver. That’s survivable I suppose.” He flutters his wings a bit. “But Mister Kanenas, understand that what you are holding is more lethal than any sword, bow, or anything else!”

“Can this penetrate dragon skin?” you ask. You might as well get an eye for capability.

“Neen.”

“How much ammo can this fire?”

“One ball then you have to reload. It takes about a minute.”

“How accurate?”

“Can probably hit the broadside of a barn at one-hundred meters!”

“… can you use this as a club?” You’re starting to see why he has trouble selling this thing.

He shrugs. “I suppose. The metal barrel would hold it together pretty well.”

“Fine, I’ll figure something out,” you say. You place the Schietgeweer on your shelf. “As for you, Mister Aloysious, would you like to stick around? It is your invention.”

“No, no,” he says. “I will be with the music players. Do inform when you’ve sold it, and I can split the money with you, fifty fifty!” With that, he flaps his wings and leaps away to another part of the Market Square.

Welp. Miss Eckhardt looks at you, skeptical. “Don’t give me that look.”

> Start shouting
> Stay where you are, they’ll come
> Talk with Miss Eckhardt a bit.
> Write in

>>35837283
>> Start shouting

>>35837283
Shoot it into the air then
> Start shouting
Come buy our thunder sticks, they channel the very power of the gods themselves

>>35837283
>Start Shooting

>>35837283
> Talk with Miss Eckhardt a bit.

>>35837283
Might need to ask him how many more he could make. Early muskets are really only effective en mass

>>35837283
> Start shouting
> Write in
If the shouting don't work, find an arms dealer to unload this at.

>>35837283
>Talk with Miss Eckhardt a bit.

She's got a good head on her shoulders. Perhaps we can afford to listen to her concerns about this product so that we can try to tailor a pitch for it.

>>35837536
>She's got a good head on her shoulders
No, she really doesn't

>tfw rusky loves book lady more than us

>>35837591
He has good taste.

>>35837598
>inb4 we get woken up by them "playing"

> Start shouting

“Adventurers, come! Are you in need of a weapon that provides the punch of a rhino but the range of a catapult!? Do you want to kill something just with a squeeze of your fingers!?” You catch a few looks here and there, nothing sticking. You hold up the Schietgeweer. “This weapon provides all you need, and more! With but a…” Miss Eckhardt hands you the manual Aloysious left behind. “Thank you, dear.” You quickly flip through it. “With but a squeeze of the crescent trigger here, all you have to do is point this at whatever you want dead, and most assuredly it will be dead!”

An adventurer walks up, a large man with a bald head, and many furs on his armor. Must be a northerner. “Was dat?” he asks, pointing to the weapon. Yep, definitely a northerner.

“The correct term is Schietgeweer! A unique weapon, so powerful, but with a history so clouded, even I don’t know where I got it!” you say. Gotta exaggerate, these people have seen a lot and done a lot. “Here, why don’t you hold it?”

He swipes the weapon from you, his hands on the stock. He looks over it. “’Ow’s it wohk?”

“Simple, you see the hole in it?” He looks down it. “That is where your projectile is discharged. You squeeze the trigger and whatever you want dead will be dead! All for the price of about three-hundred silver good sir.”

“Uh…” You can tell by the glazed look in his eyes and the drool dripping down his lips that he’s not very bright. Perfect customer. You hold up a manual and a spare bag of projectiles. It does indeed come with those you loon. “Uh...”

> “Just buy it.”
> Continue with the pitch
> Let him figure it out, he’s a big boy.
> Write in

>>35837683
> Continue with the pitch

>>35837683
>> Continue with the pitch
Keep going

>>35837668
I doubt she's into that.

> Continue with the pitch

You step beside him, finding that he actually has two heads over on you. “Listen, boyo. This weapon here goes boom! And anything on the business end of it will die so hard that their ancestral bloodline will cease to exist, all the ghosts will die of a hole in their heart because of this weapon here!” You jab your finger on the wood of the schietgeweer. The adventurers squints his eyes towards it, now a bit attentive. “Whaddya say?”

…

“Kay.” He opens up his inventory rift, then hands off three hundred silver to you. Excellent! He walks off with the manual and the spare ammo along with the weapon in hand.

You sit down, kicking your feet up on the counter. “Well, whaddya say to that, Miss Eckhardt?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t say anything. But that weapon will never catch on.”

“Eh.” You stuff some hardtack into your mouth. “I’m a businessman, not an arms dealer.”

> Continue shouting and selling
> Go give Aloysious his share
> Talk to Miss Eckhardt
> Write in

>>35837683
> Continue with the pitch

>>35837973
>> Go give Aloysious his share

>>35837973
> Go give Aloysious his share
> Miss Eckhardt sell us something well I'm gone.

>>35837973
> Go give Aloysious his share
Freinds in weird places.

>>35837973
> Go give Aloysious his share

>>35837973
> Continue shouting and selling

>>35837843
He's a bit rough with her, she doesn't have much of choice, but oh does she love it

> Go give Aloysious his share

You pat Miss Eckhardt on the head as you stand up. She blushes furiously, looking away and glaring at some place else. “Keep things under control, I gotta give Aloysious his share.”

She crosses her arms. “Fine, but never pat me on the head again, pervert.” You roll your eyes as you count off the one-hundred fifty silver for him, then move on out. You’re at least two-hundred and fifty silver closer to your goal for today.

-

-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVt73glfen0

The people gather around a few guardsmen, playing their instruments in the square. They play the old tune, “The Battle Cry of Freedom”. Aloysious is one of those observing. “Aloysious,” you say. He turns to you, then sees the money you have in your hand. He laughs, hobbling up to you and hugging you with his wings. You spit out some hairs of his feathers. Ugh, Vogelvolk.

“Joyous!” he says, taking the silver from you and stepping off. “Mister Kanenas, it appears Miss Strafniki was right about you!”

You shrug. “Of course she was.” You cross your arms. “So what are you up to now, Aloysious?”

“Well…” He taps his beak, deep in thought. “Was thinking of staying around a bit. Perhaps pitch a design or two to Lord Lamarr himself, he is looking for something new to export to the other Therindel nations. Speaking of which, I hear talk of a joust coming soon!”

“In a few weeks,” you say. “Why do you ask?”

“Was thinking I could pitch my ideas to the other Lords! Perhaps the Black Baron himself! But that’s wishful thinking!” Aloysious offers his wing to you, which you shake politely. “Thank you for your service, Mister Kanenas. Perhaps I will call upon you later!”

[1/2]

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>>35838301
[2/2]

-

-

You walk back to your stand, to see Stiina and Miss Eckhardt conversing casually. Stiina herself is knelt down, petting Rusky vigorously on the head. “… and so then I said to him, he shouldn’t need to worry. Way I see it, he’s probably still worrying,” says Stiina. They both look at you, smiling very…

You don’t know the word, but if you do, it probably has something to do with deceit. “I miss something?” you say.

“Oh, just girl talk,” says Miss Eckhardt. “You wouldn’t be interested.” She jiggles a bag of silver. “Speaking of which, I sold a book, two-hundred silver right there, Mister Kanenas!”

> “Congrats.”
> “Really, what were you talking about?”
> “Stiina, don’t you have to be on patrol?”
> Write in

>>35838323
> “Congrats.”
> Pat head

>>35838323
> “Congrats.”
You're starting to get it, good maybe in a few years you can actually run your own stall.

>>35838355
Yesss

>>35838323

Seconding this: >>35838355

As well as putting forth the option

>“Stiina, don’t you have to be on patrol?”

>>35838323
> Write in
Thank Stiina for sending business our way.

>>35838323
wait what book, was it worth that much?

>>35838355
Backing this.

>>35838484
inb4 it was worth more than what she sold it for

>>35838537
That's what I'm expecting.

>>35838323
> “Congrats.”
> “Really, what were you talking about?”

>>35838472
this plus head pats for Eckhart

> “Congrats.”

You pet Miss Eckhardt on the head, erasing her good mood and replacing it with an intense blush and an angry glare. “Congrats. You’re learning.” She huffs, crossing her arms and turning away. “Stiina, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on patrol?”

She shrugs. “Just wanted to see if you sold that piece of crud Aloysious wanted to sell.”

“Well, I sold it.” You hop back over the counter. Stiina smiles at that, happy to know her labors are not in vain. “So thanks for sending that little bit of business my way. I hope you got more in mind?”

“Well, Aloysious is one of those struggling types. You can always go to him if you need something to sell,” she says. “Anyway…” She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a gold piece, worth about two-hundred silver. “This gold piece here was found on the floor a few weeks back. No one’s come to claim it.”

Miss Eckhardt leans in. “Oooh, lost and found?”

“Yeah, we tried to find the owner, must’ve been someone big to lose a gold piece and not care about it,” says Stiina. “Anyway, rules dictate that the Guardsman who recovers the item may do with it at their discretion.” She hands it to you. “And at my discretion, I was wondering if you wanted it.”

“Depends, are you going to buy anything?” you say.

She quirks her brow. “No?”

“Then no,” you say.

Stiina sighs. “For King’s sake, I’m not loaning this, I’m giving it to you. Just take it.”

> “No.”
> “Buy something at least.”
> “Miss Eckhardt, you can have it.”
> Write in

>>35838642
>pitch her a bowl worth two-hundred silver, of elven make

>>35838642
> "Buy something at least."

>>35838642
>> “Buy something at least.”

>>35838642
>“Buy something at least.”

>>35838642
> “Miss Eckhardt, you can have it.”
I doubt the entire stall combined is worth a gold coin.

>>35838642
>>35838704
Use our awesome sales voice too

>>35838726
I doubt our entire net worth is more than a gold coin.

>>35838642
>“Buy something at least.”
we have a really nice bowls

>>35838642
>“Buy something at least.”
You have to be a principled Jew, especially since you are gonna sleep with the debt collector.

>>35838642
> “Buy something at least.”
I appreciate the sentiment Stiina, but i can't take this without at least doing something for you.

just want to points out birds invented rifle in this world.

i cant even.

> “Buy something at least.”

“Buy something at least.” You pick up a box. “Maybe this box! You can put some amount of potions in this box! And it’s exactly worth one gold piece!”

She stares at the box, not amused. Then she relents and hands it off to you. “Fine.” You hold the gold piece in your hand as she takes it. “Seriously, Kasimir. I know you don’t like charity, but learn to take money when its looking you in the face.”

“Never,” you say. You take a look at the gold piece. It’s a larger piece, a Standard. Not like the little ones which are only partially gold, this is MOSTLY gold. On it is the emblem of Therindel, and on the other side is the crown and the crossed swords, the emblem of the King. “Anyway,” you say, “Thanks, Stiina. But listen, I will never take charity, no matter what. I can make money on my own.”

Miss Eckhardt says, “And if you don’t?”

“Then I starve to death.” You shrug at that. “Nothing too big.”

Stiina sighs. “Oh well. I’ll be at Bureaugard’s if you need me.”

You sit down. With one-hundred fifty from the weapon and two hundred from this gold coin, you only need fifty more silver. The sun is already past its highest point, and soon the cold is going to start setting in.

A little girl comes up to the counter. Miss Eckhardt smiles at her. “Oh, hello there, child! See something you like?” She points to one of the books. “Oooh…” She takes the particular book from the stack. “The Bane of the Elves by Quinton Quill, good author. This is a second edition.”

She smiles, a gap in her two front teeth evident. “Can I buy it, Miss?”

“Sure, two-hundred silver!”

The girl calls, “Mommy!” A woman, carrying a bag of groceries walks over. “Mommy, can I have this book!”

The woman sighs. “No, sweetums, we need the food.” She takes the girl’s arm and starts pulling her away. “Come on!” The girl cries out, wanting the book. Miss Eckhardt deflates a bit, her smile gone.

> TIME TO SELL A BOOK
> Let them go, her fault.
> Write in

>>35838915
Strigiform Vogelvolk are much smarter, having closer relations to the Kingdom of Therindel and adopting quite a few of their customs, unlike the Vogelvolk who live further east in between the Kingdom and Xalfacia.

But that's not saying much.

>>35838962
> TIME TO SELL A BOOK

>>35838962
> TIME TO SELL A BOOK
Fifty silver, it's all we need and God damn times are tough and kids need to read

>>35838915
just let it go o/k/?

>>35838962
>> TIME TO SELL A BOOK

>>35839020
we would need to sell it at at least 100silver.
so long as eck is fine with that i'd be willing to reduce the price.

>>35839020
better be 100 remember we gotta split with our patner, but start at 150 and lower slowly.

>>35838962
>TIME TO SELL A BOOK

A kid who wants to read? That's a surprise.

>>35838962
>we need the food

Oh shit, are they starving? How would MC react to that?
I'd say if it's food or the book, we don't push the book?

> TIME TO SELL A BOOK

You quickly step in front of the mother. “Excuse me, mum, but are you sure you wouldn’t be interested in this book?” You hold the book up in front of her, smiling. She stares at you with her very tired eyes. You look her up and down, she seems pretty curvy underneath that dress.

Nope, stick to work.

“No,” she says. “We can’t afford that price. We gotta think about food first. Books can come later.”

You sigh, tapping the book a bit. “Well, mum. Perhaps I can run a discount for you.” Miss Eckhardt tilts her head, a bit confused. “One-hundred fifty.”

She rolls her eyes. “Please.”

“One hundred,” you say. You really need this money.

The girl tugs on the mother’s dress. “Come on, mommy.” The mother groans, defeated. “Please?”

“Fine…” She reaches into her bag, then hands off a sack of one-hundred silver off to you. The girl takes the book happily, smiling. The two leave you without another word. With that done, you sit down to Miss Eckhardt again, happy.

Miss Eckhardt sighs. “You could just tell me I’m bad at this.” Her brow furrows as she rests her head on her hand. “I’m used to it.”

> “You’re not bad, I just need that money now.”
> “You’re bad at this.”
> Write in

>>35839251
> “You’re bad at this.”
It's true.
Though under any normal circumstances we would charge far more, so your not absolutely horrible. Just bad.

>>35839251
>Write in
You're not bad, you're kind.

>>35839251
You're still learning girl, and you have a nasty handicap of being an adventurer to work against. The fact you even sold a book today shows you're learning. Also i really needed this last bit of money, so i lowballed myself.

>>35839251
> Write in
No words only head pats

>>35839251
>Write in

Everybody's bad at something when they first try their hand at it.

>>35839251
> “You’re not bad, I just need that money now.”

>>35838962
>Let them go, her fault.

>>35839251
You aren't bad. You're new.

>>35839298
this

>>35839251
We're all like that in the beginning. Hell, even I, with all my lovable, rugged charm, was terrible when I first became a merchant

>>35839314
>>35839327
>>35839434

That and more head pats.

> Write in

“You ain’t bad,” you say. You pet her on the head again. It’s as if that’s an instant blush button for her. “We’re all like that when we’re starting.”

She slaps your hand away, huffing. “Stop petting my head!” You can see her clench her thighs a bit. “It’s annoying!” She turns her eyes to you. “Anyway, I suppose, Mister Kanenas. I just wish I could do more to sell these things.”

You nod, splitting off fifty silver for her and fifty silver for yourself. That means four-hundred all ready. “Well, you’ll learn. It’s not something I can particularly teach. It’s more of how you understand people and how you can otherwise just understand what they want. Understand?”

“Sort of.” She opens up a book, then goes to read. She seems a bit sour today.

> Go find Sloane
> Keep selling
> Talk to Miss Eckhardt
> Write in

>>35839591
>> Keep selling

>>35839591
> Talk to Miss Eckhardt
Listen you're doing alright and i believe you'll get better, you're smart between watching me and all the other merchants here you'll figure it out. Listen i gotta go so watch the stall for me.
> Go find Sloane
Might as well get this over with before we take a bath.

> Keep selling

Just because we hit our initial goal for the day, it does not mean we can't go make more money.

>>35839591
>> Talk to Miss Eckhardt
then
> Keep selling

>>35839591
> Go find Sloane

Lets get this over with. Sorry for not posting, had to step out for a bit

>>35839591
>> Go find Sloane

>>35839591
> Keep selling
How much is that gold piece worth in silver?

>>35839591
>Keep selling

We'll still need more money if we're going to make good on that bath. Plus maybe food if we run out.

>>35839729
200

>>35839639
Backing this.

> Keep selling

“Oi, you! Adventurer!” A burly adventurer with potions on his belt is attracted to your call. “Listen, I can see ye got lots of potions on yer belt there, see!” He nods, adjusting his belt a bit. “Well, y’ever consider the possibility of them ever breaking?”

He shakes his head. “No sir, potion glass is pretty strong.”

“Well…” You cross your arms. Miss Eckhardt watches you, intently. “I tell you what, I remember the story of the last adventurer who said that. Fell on his arse, broke all the potion glasses, got ‘em in his back and was on fire in the next second.” The adventurer goes pale at that. “I can see y’ain’t stupid. So let me sell you something preventative.”

You place down a jewelry box. “Introducing the Potion Protector! Can hold one potion securely and soundly and be ready for use in seconds. All for the price of ten each.” You place down more, and then place down a large box. “And I’ll throw in this Potion protector box for fifty silver as well! What do you say, laddy?”

He scratches his chin. “Um… I’m not sure. Aren’t those just boxes?”

“Pfft…” You roll your eyes. “Fine, let the glass shards show they’re just boxes.”

“Wait!” The adventurer reaches out to you. “Okay, ten for each right?” You nod. “I’ll take ten and I’ll buy the Box too.” Excellent! You were hoping to get rid of this stuff anyway. You count up his silver as he starts furiously loading his potions into the protectors.

“I can’t believe that worked,” says Miss Eckhardt.

“It would’ve worked yesterday had you not butted in,” you say. She rolls her eyes. Rusky whines, resting his head in her lap. With that, the adventurer is gone, and has left you one-hundred and fifty silver. Excellent.

[1/2]

>>35840048
[2/2]

“Kasimir!” You see Sloane strut up the Market Street to you. “Nearly time for dinner. Got the money?” You nod. “Cool, want to head out to the tavern, hash things out?” She smirks, knowing.

> “Sure.”
> “We can take Miss Eckhardt along if you don’t mind.”
> “Not right now, later tonight.”
> Write in

>>35840070
> “Sure.”

>>35840070
>> “We can take Miss Eckhardt along if you don’t mind.”

>>35840070
>“Sure.”

>>35840070
> “We can take Miss Eckhardt along if you don’t mind.”

>>35840070
> “Not right now, later tonight.”

>wanting to take Ekhardt along.
>it's a booty call

>>35840070
> “Sure.”
I'll catch up later partner.

>>35840070
>> “Sure.”

>>35840070
> “Sure.”

>>35840070
>> “Not right now, later tonight.”
BATH TIME

>>35840048
>>35840311
This

>>35840210
yes, and?

>>35840070
>> “Not right now, later tonight.”

more money to make

> “Sure.”

You sigh, standing up. “Sure.” You look over to Miss Eckhardt. “I’ll be around in a bit, Miss Eckhardt, hold down the fort.” She nods, still a bit confused as to what you’re doing. Sloane walks alongside you as you start down the Market Square. “Alright, Sloane, can we make this quick?”

She leans into your arm, pouting. “Come on, Kasimir, you don’t remember how much you loved me?”

“Yeah, loved,” you say. “Past tense, you ever heard of it?”

“Jeez, you’re such a buzzkill.”

-

-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBpV63pjE68

You cross your arms as you both settle into one of the local taverns. The band plays some relatively clam music as people eat their dinners and talk amongst each other. It’s mostly adventurers in town for the Joust coming up at the end of the month, nothing to concern yourself with.

You eat your dinner, carrot and peas, a cut of steak, and some mashed potatoes, all on Sloane’s dime. She busily counts off the silver you have collected, also factoring in the gold piece. She scratches on a scroll to indicate total payment, making sure to inflate it a bit with her part of the payment and crediting it as yours. Good old Sloane looking out for you despite sharking your money.

“Mhm…” She licks her lips, still picking off the silver. “Righto. Looks like everything’s in order, Kasimir. You’ve got your four-“ She coughs. “Sorry, seven hundred silver! I should congratulate you.”

> “Thanks for your help.”
> “Let’s just get this over with.”
> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”
> Write in

>>35840410
> “Thanks for your help.”
> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

>>35840410
> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

>>35840410
> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

>>35840431
Supporting.

>>35840410
>“For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

>>35840410
> “Thanks for your help.”
She still has a thing for us. I know she's a loan shark, but we don't need to be too hard on her. She's paying for a GOOD dinner for once.

>>35840410
>> “Thanks for your help.”

>> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

>>35840410
> “Thanks for your help.”
> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

>>35840410
> “Thanks for your help.”

>>35840540
That's not all she's payin' for, boyo.

>>35840410
> “Thanks for your help.”
We're a salesman, she's buying us for the night, lets show her a good time.

> “Thanks for your help.”
> “For a loan shark, you seem eager to help me.”

“Well thanks, Sloane, for your help. For your loan sharking ways, this seems pretty strange of you to help me.”

Sloane smiles, leaning in close to you. “Oh, well, I know how this debt business goes. I’d rather have clients who can pay off their debts. I’m not going to bust your kneecaps or anything.” You sigh at that. At least she’s helpful. She reaches her hand and takes yours. “You know, I really missed having you around in Solarno…”

“Sloane.”

She smirks, then immediately takes hold of you and starts pulling upstairs. “Come on!”

-

-

“Unf…” You hug from her behind, your sweat-caked bodies clinging to each other. She moans softly, getting off from the afterglow. “You’re as enthusiastic as ever, Kasimir.” You take a sniff of her hair, running your hand down her smooth hips, and then taking a probing squeeze of her rear. “Mm… do you want to go again?”

“Nah,” you say. You turn around, then grab your shirt. “I have to get going.”

“Oh come on…” She looks at you, whining. “Just a little longer.”

> “I need to get going.”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>35840410
> You’ve got your four-“ She coughs. “Sorry, seven hundred silver!
Oh-ho~

>>35840752
> “Fine.”

>>35840752
>Say nothing, just kiss her

>>35840752
> “Fine.”

>>35840752
>“Fine.”

>>35840752
> “Fine.”
Get it all out of our system now.

>>35840752
> “I need to get going.”
Just business.

>>35840752
>“I need to get going.”

Should really check on Eckhardt.

>>35840752
>> “I need to get going.

Those who don't work don't eat

>>35840752
>> “I need to get going.”
Gotta make sure Eckhardt is alright.

>>35840752
> “I need to get going.”

>>35840752
> “I need to get going.”

>>35840752
>i'm sure your other lovers are waiting for you as well.
> “I need to get going.”

>>35840752
>> “I need to get going.”
I wasn't really into doing this with her even the first time.

>>35840787
i'm kinda imagining there are actual shark people in this world and they are very deceitful.

Are we going for Stalina or Eckhardt?

Or both?

>>35840752
> “Fine.”

>>35841027
Stalina, first girl always wins.

> “I need to get going.”

You stand up, fully dressed. “I need to get going, Sloane. You take care of yourself, and stay outta trouble.” She frowns, leaning her head on her hand as she watches you pack your things. “Until next month, okay?”

She sighs. “Well, I’m always at Gilroy’s down at the docks if you need me.”

You nod, heading for the door. “Bye, Sloane.”

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “Bye.”

-

-

You walk back up to the stall, to see Stiina and Miss Eckhardt again conversing- nay, gossiping. Probably about you. Oh jeez. “Hey, girls,” you say.

“Kasimir!” Stiina skips up to you, then takes a sniff. “Whoo, you smell like you just-“ You look at her. “Oh.” Stiina whistles a bit. “Well, ain’t that something.” She crosses her arms. “Anyway, me and Eckhardt were just talking about you two going down to the Baths tonight.”

You nod. “Yeah, what about it?”

“I figure I’d join you,” you say. “In fact!” she snaps her finger. “I happen to know the owner of the Bathhouse on Wirmly and King’s Avenue-“

“Is that the one with the big public pool and the private rooms?” you ask. Stiina and Miss Eckhardt look at you, surprised. You shrug. “I shagged one of the attendants to get a free bath there.”

Stiina giggles a bit, blushing. “Jeez, Kasimir…” She waves it off, her giggle turning into a fit of laughter. “Ahaha! Anyway, I was hoping I’d join you. Maybe pay to get you some rooms for yourselves so you don’t have to worry about the crowd.”

> “That’d be lovely.”
> “We can pay it for ourselves.”
> Write in

>>35841039
> “That’d be lovely.”

>>35841039
"I've already whore'd myself out once tonight, I don't think it'd hurt do so again" and then just slink away like that sad man he is.

>>35841027
I'm going for Eckhardt.

>>35841039
> “That’d be lovely.”
Also wonder what did we eat/do to earn this much feminine attention.

>>35841039
>> “That’d be lovely.”

>>35841039
That sounds like your offering to buy from my stall again.

>>35841039
>50/50?

>>35841099
YOUR WIAFU IS A SLUUUUUUT!

>>35841039
> “That’d be lovely.”

>Maybe pay to get you some rooms for yourselves so you don’t have to worry about the crowd.”

And some alone time together, I bet.

> “That’d be lovely.”

>>35841027

I want stalina.

>>35841039
> “That’d be lovely.”

I swear, we have the Mojo tonight.

>>35841039
>“That’d be lovely.”

Don't like charity very much, but I bet Kasimir would reconsider if he could get a whiff of himself.

>>35841039
> “We can pay it for ourselves.”

>>35841099
Me too.

>>35841027
MONSTER GURLS.

>>35841027

I'm going for the dosh.

But I'd go for Stalina also. As cute as Eckhardt is, she may have future adventures in store for her.

> “That’d be lovely.”

You cross your arms. “I should say no…” You look at Miss Eckhardt, who frowns at you. “But I suppose that would be lovely, thank you, Stiina.” They both smile, happy that you’ve swallowed your pride for the night. “Anyway, looks like we’re closing up the stall for tonight…” You look at your stall, to see some sort of black case. “What’s that?”

Miss Eckhardt slides in front of you. “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t-“

They immediately push you away. “Come on! Rusky will guard the place, won’t you, Rusky?”

Rusky happily sits by the stall, wearing a blanket over him given by Miss Eckhardt. Right beside him is a hastily written sign that says, “BEWARE OF DOG”. Rusky growls and snarls at Satchel as he walks by. Rusky barks madly at him until Satchel runs away.

[1/2]

>>35841365
[2/2]

-

-

“Welcome to the High City’s finest bathhouse!” says the Orc bathhouse owner. The white porcelain and the high columns indicate how high class a place like this is. Even so, the average person can afford to come here and get clean, but you aren’t exactly the average person. “Ah, Miss Strafniki, nice to see you again!”

Stiina smiles, setting down a sack of silver. “Private rooms for us.”

“Sure thing!” he says. He takes a bell from the counter and rings it. A pair of very lovely bath attendants come out from around the corner, dressed in fine white robes that cling to their bodies like mist and accentuate their curvy legs. They both look at you, and giggle, blushing.

Oh, wait. It wasn’t just the one, it was both of them.

You’re led into your private bathroom, a large room with a pool of crystal clear water in the center of it. At a little table nearby are the various soaps, shampoos, and other fine luxuries needed for bathing. The bath attendant who led you in smiles at you, in a very sultry manner. “If you need anything, just call,” she coos. She shuts the door quietly behind you.

Meanwhile in the next room, Miss Eckhardt and Stiina are already beginning their bath.

> Start stealing the soap and everything else
> Start bathing
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting
> Write in

>>35841398
> Start bathing
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting
We may eavesdrop if we think its pertinent to us but we never steal.

>>35841398
> Start bathing
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

>>35841398
> Start bathing
Engage maximum relaxation.

>>35841398
>> Start stealing the soap and everything else

BUT only pocket the consumables. Any additional costs would probably make their way to Stiina.

>>35841398
> Start bathing
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

An merchant worth this salt can do both.

>>35841398
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

>>35841398
>> Start bathing
>> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

>>35841398
> Start bathing
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

>>35841398
> Start stealing the soap and everything else
> Start bathing

Plan ahead

>>35841398
>Start bathing*
> *Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

>Write in

Consider benefits of renovating stall into something sturdier vs. benefits of getting another apartment.

>>35841398
>Start bathing
>don't listen in, that's rude.

>>35841398
>> Start bathing

>Oh, wait. It wasn’t just the one, it was both of them.

how the fuck did a former archeologist got that good at bed?

>>35841691
>plays an instrument
>good at bluff
>luck with the ladies
>archaeology

Clearly we are a bard of the same archetype

>>35841691
Apparently we slept with the queen once

>>35841691
Sloane probably had something to do with it.

Things are going rather too well...

>>35841723
Why haven't we started working at the brothel yet?

>>35841691
We were at one point Indiana Jones or Nathan Drake, just with even better luck.

>>35841766
Thats..... a good point...

>>35841766
straight male attendants doesn't pay that well.

>>35841766
The girls would be all over us and won't do as much work.

>>35841800
They do one they are as good in bed as we are. Besides I'm not above plowing a dude, just not getting plowed ourself

>>35841800
true, he did mention that frustrated noble lady walking the streets at night.

>>35841800
We just got a 700 silver debt paid off by sleeping with one women and have talked our way into getting free things with our dick. How does being a suave motherfucker not pay well?

>>35841830
I above plowing a dude though

>>35841870
>not fucking a qt trap with your thunder cock

> Start bathing
> Listen in, see if they’re discussing anything interesting

You lie back in the bath, the soap and water washed all over your body. You took a look at yourself in the mirror at one end of the room. You are skinnier than a victim of the Great Winter and you hadn’t realized it. All that hard tack is not filling it seems. You sigh, at least it keeps you from starving to death. You can’t faintly hear the muttering of Miss Eckhardt and Stiina through the wall.

Hm… it would be rude to listen in.

Eh, go for it. You scoot up out of the bath, then press your ear against the cold wall.

“… and so, I’ve been serving with the City Guard since I was your age actually. Had to pay for most of my equipment. I really just wanted to get out of my sister’s brothel you know?”

“Oh, my party had to stay at a brothel once, it is nice a quiet place to stay in the night.”

“I know. I’ve been living pretty quietly in my own little apartment. Rent’s a bit expensive but the pay for a City Guard is pretty good. I was hoping I’d bring Kasimir into it but he never accepts. I can sort of see why considering how skinny he is.” Even she agrees. “Plus, I don’t think that boy’s ever held a weapon in his life. I don’t think he’d make a good guard.”

“I guess he understands his own limits.”

“Unlike your adventurers?”

“We were always pushing our limits, always risking things. We once camped out at the top of a mountain that was being circled by a Dragon! I didn’t sleep that night, I was too scared. And despite it all, no one… no one took me under their wing or said it’d be okay. You know, my brother told me this adventuring business would be fun and exciting! And it was, for the first month, but then I realized I just-…” She pauses a bit. “I’m a bookish kind of girl, okay? I’m not a fighter, I’m not a wizard, I’m just a girl. Adventurers aren’t into girls they might step on.”

[1/2]

>>35841865
I think it one of those the more you consciously use it the less useful it becomes things. Or we got enchanted in a ruin dive.

>>35841865
re-read the entire thing again and analyze more carefully. it sounded like that but it wasn't.

>>35841898
[2/2]

“Oh, don’t give yourself crud for that. We all have our ways of living. But, Eckhardt, I think you might be under Kasimir’s wing.”

“Pffft. He’s probably just wanting to shag with me. That’s more than any adventurer would want from me at least.”

“Take it from me, Eckhardt. Kasimir’s a good lad. A bit weird when it comes to shagging drunk women like me I suppose but… He’s nice. When he wants to be.”

“How come you and him aren’t an item?”

“He’s got too much pride. He’ll learn yeah.” There’s a pause. “You know, with the Joust coming up, the Lords are going to be bringing in their Free Companies. I was hoping I would join up with them.”

“Really? Why?”

“I want to get out of the City. See the world. I’ve been here for my entire life, I want to see what the world has to offer for me. I mean, yeah, I’ll come back, but… I sure as heck don’t want to spend my entire life here.”

“Hm.”

“I’ll probably tell Kasimir about it soon. Hell, I’ll have to let the neighborhood know about it. They all love me.”

“Then why aren’t you staying? You’ve got family here.”

“I do, but family can keep you down. I want to keep moving with my life. I don’t want to be City Guard Strafniki forever. I want to travel and make a difference by the sword and the spear! It’d be enough for me to cross the ocean and see the Orc Lands, where silk grows on trees and fabrics are woven from nothing. Or see the Frozen North, where the ancient battlefields lie. You hear about those all the time, but you never see them. I want to see them.”

The door opens, revealing a bath attendant. “Are you finished with your bath, Mister Kanenas?” You take a whiff of yourself.

Eh, good enough.

> Yeah
> Nope
> Write in

>>35841898
>“Oh, my party had to stay at a brothel once, it is nice a quiet place to stay in the night.”

that was one hell of a warded brothel.

>>35841865
Nah it was a down payment for the rest of the debt
we still owe the rest

>>35841919
> Nope
Not yet gotta get really clean so we dont have to pay for this again soon.

>>35841919
>> Write in
"Not Yet."
Bath the attendant in fluids

>>35841919
> Nope

>>35841936
Typos out the ass.

> "It is not a quiet place to stay in the night"

was intended.

>>35841919
> Nope

>>35841919
>Nope

Gotta wash properly. This bathing shit is expensive, might as well use it to its fullest.

>>35841919
> Nope
Need to keep the sickness away

>>35841919
i will if you join me.

>>35841919
>He’s got too much pride
Kek
>>35841898
>I was hoping I’d bring Kasimir into it but he never accepts
Didn't we say we would join if they were hiring? First thread or so?

>>35841919
> Nope

>>35841919
>Nope
Proper grooming will bring in far more customers.

Besides, it'll be funnier when we take one step outside and immediately fall in a puddle.

>>35841990
>That Strafniki. You’d join the guard if they were actually hiring. Then again, paying for your own equipment is not something you’d like to do. Oh well…

So yes, but no.

>>35841027
Stiina a best

> Nope

“Not yet,” you say. You sigh as you sit down back in the bath. The bath attendant bites her lip, blushing a little as she closes the door. Oh right, you had sex with her. Probably why she asked if you were done. Oh well, you’ve had enough for today.

Honestly, you’ve had quite a bit for today.

But finally after another ten minutes of washing, bathing, lathering, and soaping, you’ve finished. You take a sniff of yourself, and find that you actually smell of strawberries now. You like strawberries. Hmph, that’s nice. You step out of the bath, clothed and ready to move on. Your clothes feel warm and soft, they even took the time to wash and dry them for you while you were bathing. Now that’s service.

You walk over to the other bath. You know Stiina’s done at least, but what about Miss Eckhardt? You open up the door. “Miss Eckhardt, are you finished?”

She’s bent over, her naked rear in the air as she ties up her garters to her stockings. She turns to you, surprised.

You don’t know what you were expecting, so you close the door. You find that Stiina was standing behind you, giggling and trying to hold in furious laughter. Ugh, you will never hear the end of this.

“Eeeek.” Miss Eckhardt lazily screams from the bath.

-

-

You three begin the walk back to your stall. The cold has already begun to set in, and you shiver slightly. “Cold, Kasimir?” asks Stiina. You shake your head. “Typical.” The two girls look warm as can be in their coats and cloaks. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay at my place? You’ll catch your death out here.”

> “Miss Eckhardt can, I’ll keep at my stall.”
> “No thanks.”
> “You know what, fine.”
> Write in

>>35842183
> “Miss Eckhardt can, I’ll keep at my stall.”
HOBO-POPSICLE BEFORE CHARITY!

>>35842183
>> “Miss Eckhardt can, I’ll keep at my stall.”

>>35842183
> “No thanks.”

>>35842183
> “You know what, fine.”

>>35842183
>> “Miss Eckhardt can, I’ll keep at my stall.”
"I didn't pay for that license for nothing."

>>35842183
> “Miss Eckhardt can, I’ll keep at my stall.”

>>35842183
>“You know what, fine.”

Throw them for a loop. But we'll have to take the books with us, and Rusky too.

>>35842183
>> “You know what, fine.”

>>35842183
>> “You know what, fine.”
SLUMBER PARTY

>>35842183
> “You know what, fine.”
If we stay at the stall, we won't score points to win over Stiina.

>>35842183
> “You know what, fine.”