[Sua's not sure who Iorveth is - a traveling companion, probably - but she rolls with it. There's a light tug on His Majesty's leash, coupled with a get up, you lazy fluff pile. A whine responds as the dog rolls onto his feet, and is lead into a little side alley as promised.
Once there, stepping over some deposited wares from the nearest stall - looks like storage space is at a premium - Sua leans back against the sand stone coloured brick.]
Lucky for you, I had to draw a map of this place up for two of my new crew members who weren't familiar with the area.
[Fishing into the pocket of her deep, dark blue coat, Sua reveals a scrap of parchment with a hastily drawn diagram of the market place. It's divided into a few sections, and the neatness of the handwriting contrasts with the quick linemarks of the map.]
You can think of the crowds in this place as something that revolves around the time of day. The food areas-- [she points to the furthest point up on the map] get slammed when the markets open, and into the lunch hour. People will fight each other for the best deals, and the food vendors need to make a quick profit before crowds thin. Usually around mid-afternoon, things lessen up. From there, the two sections closest to the food area - this one we're standing in and the chunk of space devoted to spices - get the overflow. They'll thin out in about oh, two hours? Three if it's a crowded day? Which leaves everything on the opposite side of the market like furniture, small travel goods, weapons, and magic related goods quite empty.
[ It's easy to follow, lifting the hem of her robes as she steps over the wares, leaning to let her eyes flicker over the map and take it in. She had expected crowds, of course, she would be a fool to think otherwise, but she hadn't imagined so many. The sheer mass of people that crowd around the stalls had been too much and there was too much danger to transform into a wolf - she would have been slaughtered before she'd found peace.
Her finger, still gloved in black, traces the line before she nods. ]
I left my companion to hunt his own items this morning - I did not think it would take so long for me to find the bare few things I required before we turned to Redgate. It seems I was wrong on that account.
[ She turns her head, hood slipping down a little around her face as she gazes out at the crowd - it's enough to show one ear, a mangled, scarred mess from where she had taken a knife to it in her youth, drawn her blade and slashed through. She turns back to Sua, barely aware of the slip of the fabric. ]
Well, it isn't like you could have predicted this. Unless you really need to haul ass to Redgate though, I think you'll be all right.
[Sua doesn't put the map down, but her eyes do catch the scarred ear. Her eyebrows lift slightly, but it's clear that the injury's old. Long healed. Not something to be discussed or asked after, if the reliance on the hood is any hint at all.]
If you've got stuff to take care of on the other side, I'd do that now, and then finish up here. Best bet, I'd think, but I don't have your shopping list.
No. We have time, yet, and our journey is not so important that we must rush. Redgate is not so close that a day or two would destroy our venture, either.
[ Her lips are turned down in a scowl, her eyes skimming the crowds again. Her ire is obvious, as is her distaste for people, but especially human. Even as she turns back to the other woman her expression is hardly kind; she's frustrated and on edge with the situation, of being held back by her own nature. ]
I only need some pouches, some storage for my vials. It should not take me long, surely.
The stall you caught me in front of is my usual leather maker. My family's used hers for decades. If you wait with me, it'd be possible to catch her when she comes back from her unusually late lunch, get you set up first, and then you'd be quite done.
Or, if you really need to step out, give me the specifications you need and I can drop it off for you at a designated spot of your choosing.
[ She frowns, tilting her head, almost like a lost child. A family; the idea is particularly novel to her and she has to ignore the pang it causes her, instead focusing on the offer. ]
What would you ask for in return for your kindness?
[ She's about to protest and her mouth opens before she pauses. She had demanded a trade and if this was her price - well, Lauralae was not keen to let herself pay more than she ought for something. Instead, she stands a little taller, chin held high. ]
[ She shifts, moving to pull out a pouch she already has; lifting the tough leather. ]
Thick leather. Strong enough to hold them with space so they will not break - it would be irritating if I spilt everything I had because of an accident.
[Sua offers a lazy salute before scurrying off, calling to her dog who is more than happy to take running as chase after my human! The two disappear into the crowd, the last sign of them both being a tan tail, wagging happily.
Three hours go by very quickly for Sua. She leaves her leathermaker be for the first hour, and focuses instead on saying hello to other market contacts, as well as harassing her favourite food vendor. Shardbearers who brought curried foods to the Drabwurld need to be recognized as damn heroes in Sua's opinion, and not just because it brings her family good business.
Hours two and three are spent shopping, and when the time is up, Sua's back at the meeting place, the requested purchase in hand. The leather is a deep, dark brown, a border of fall leaves tooled into the material. They're detailed leaves, with veins noted in them, and the stitching is strong. Upon opening the pouch, there's room for eight vials to be stored, secure and snug in individual holsters.]
[ Lauralae spends the next few hours hiding in the shadows - not as herself, of course, but as something else. She moves and settles in the darkness of the alleyway curled in her other form, a large wolf with shapely cut ears that burrows her snout under her paws.
It's easier, this way. She can hide herself, she can be silent, quiet, and no one will bother her. From a distance she seems like nothing more than a hound that has been set free and it's not until the movement of the sun suggests enough time has passed that she stands, shifting with the exhaustion that overcomes her before she shakes her head, stretching her body out before she pulls her robe around her shoulders.
Her eyes land on Sua and she moves forward, reaching out and running her hand over the leather, stroking it gently, touching the stitching, feeling the bordered leaves before she glances up. ]
[It's Lauralae's inspection that gives Sua a little glow of pride. The pouch doesn't just pass approval, the details in it are admired and noted, and she could ask for no higher compliment to her best guess at what Lauralae might like and to the work of the craftsman.]
Two silver, nothing higher.
[A little grin flicks up her face, hinting at mischief. Or at least that the haggling had been nothing short of fun for her.]
[ The surprise flicks across her face, and Lauralae blinks, looking down at her prize again. She strokes over the leather, careful, and thinks two silver. So cheap a price for so well made a pouch -- she's a little shocked by it and she almost smiles, nearly. ]
One moment.
[ She shifts, adjusting herself as she goes to draw the silver out of her pouch. ]
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Next time I will make Iorveth do it.
[ But she does nod, stepping closer and out of the line of the people bustling around. ]
The ally, then.
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Once there, stepping over some deposited wares from the nearest stall - looks like storage space is at a premium - Sua leans back against the sand stone coloured brick.]
Lucky for you, I had to draw a map of this place up for two of my new crew members who weren't familiar with the area.
[Fishing into the pocket of her deep, dark blue coat, Sua reveals a scrap of parchment with a hastily drawn diagram of the market place. It's divided into a few sections, and the neatness of the handwriting contrasts with the quick linemarks of the map.]
You can think of the crowds in this place as something that revolves around the time of day. The food areas-- [she points to the furthest point up on the map] get slammed when the markets open, and into the lunch hour. People will fight each other for the best deals, and the food vendors need to make a quick profit before crowds thin. Usually around mid-afternoon, things lessen up. From there, the two sections closest to the food area - this one we're standing in and the chunk of space devoted to spices - get the overflow. They'll thin out in about oh, two hours? Three if it's a crowded day? Which leaves everything on the opposite side of the market like furniture, small travel goods, weapons, and magic related goods quite empty.
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Her finger, still gloved in black, traces the line before she nods. ]
I left my companion to hunt his own items this morning - I did not think it would take so long for me to find the bare few things I required before we turned to Redgate. It seems I was wrong on that account.
[ She turns her head, hood slipping down a little around her face as she gazes out at the crowd - it's enough to show one ear, a mangled, scarred mess from where she had taken a knife to it in her youth, drawn her blade and slashed through. She turns back to Sua, barely aware of the slip of the fabric. ]
I should wait, then, for them to pass?
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[Sua doesn't put the map down, but her eyes do catch the scarred ear. Her eyebrows lift slightly, but it's clear that the injury's old. Long healed. Not something to be discussed or asked after, if the reliance on the hood is any hint at all.]
If you've got stuff to take care of on the other side, I'd do that now, and then finish up here. Best bet, I'd think, but I don't have your shopping list.
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[ Her lips are turned down in a scowl, her eyes skimming the crowds again. Her ire is obvious, as is her distaste for people, but especially human. Even as she turns back to the other woman her expression is hardly kind; she's frustrated and on edge with the situation, of being held back by her own nature. ]
I only need some pouches, some storage for my vials. It should not take me long, surely.
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[Sua taps her chin, thoughtful.]
The stall you caught me in front of is my usual leather maker. My family's used hers for decades. If you wait with me, it'd be possible to catch her when she comes back from her unusually late lunch, get you set up first, and then you'd be quite done.
Or, if you really need to step out, give me the specifications you need and I can drop it off for you at a designated spot of your choosing.
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[ She frowns, tilting her head, almost like a lost child. A family; the idea is particularly novel to her and she has to ignore the pang it causes her, instead focusing on the offer. ]
What would you ask for in return for your kindness?
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Nothing at all. You're uncomfortable here, and helping that is more than enough for me.
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That is not acceptable. It must be a trade.
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Lauralae.
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[More than fair, as far as she's concerned.]
Specifically, what do you need for the vials?
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Thick leather. Strong enough to hold them with space so they will not break - it would be irritating if I spilt everything I had because of an accident.
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About how many vials do you expect to carry?
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[ Now that she doesn't travel alone. ]
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Got it. Want me to try and match the colour of the leather you've already got?
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No. Any colour is fine, as long as it is practical.
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... Very well. Three hours.
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I'll be on time, or else happily early.
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Here, then. As you say.
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[Sua offers a lazy salute before scurrying off, calling to her dog who is more than happy to take running as chase after my human! The two disappear into the crowd, the last sign of them both being a tan tail, wagging happily.
Three hours go by very quickly for Sua. She leaves her leathermaker be for the first hour, and focuses instead on saying hello to other market contacts, as well as harassing her favourite food vendor. Shardbearers who brought curried foods to the Drabwurld need to be recognized as damn heroes in Sua's opinion, and not just because it brings her family good business.
Hours two and three are spent shopping, and when the time is up, Sua's back at the meeting place, the requested purchase in hand. The leather is a deep, dark brown, a border of fall leaves tooled into the material. They're detailed leaves, with veins noted in them, and the stitching is strong. Upon opening the pouch, there's room for eight vials to be stored, secure and snug in individual holsters.]
I hope this meets specifications.
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It's easier, this way. She can hide herself, she can be silent, quiet, and no one will bother her. From a distance she seems like nothing more than a hound that has been set free and it's not until the movement of the sun suggests enough time has passed that she stands, shifting with the exhaustion that overcomes her before she shakes her head, stretching her body out before she pulls her robe around her shoulders.
Her eyes land on Sua and she moves forward, reaching out and running her hand over the leather, stroking it gently, touching the stitching, feeling the bordered leaves before she glances up. ]
It does.
[ Her dark eyes glance up again. ]
How much coin?
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Two silver, nothing higher.
[A little grin flicks up her face, hinting at mischief. Or at least that the haggling had been nothing short of fun for her.]
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One moment.
[ She shifts, adjusting herself as she goes to draw the silver out of her pouch. ]
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