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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 15:27:17 GMT -5
A market that never sleeps.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 15:29:20 GMT -5
Lord Drumm strolled over to the market and began looking around for the aforementioned oddities. He had money in his pocket and that meant he was looking for anything that was interesting, useful and valuable. His eye was drawn to anything exotic, including the women, but he promised himself he'd inquire about a woman later, after he was done shopping.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 15:33:21 GMT -5
He sees all sort of odd weapons and potions and jewelry. Musical instruments and swords made of black wood and sharp as steel are seen, wines from the local fruits, and spirits distilled from the same. Pet miniature wyverns and monkeys and small raptors are in abundance.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 15:43:57 GMT -5
Ragnar's feet took him first to the stall of a wyvern seler, though he made a mental note to investigate the local wines and spirits.
"Good evening to you," he said, hoping the wyvern seller spoke the Common Tongue. "I am interested in buying a matched pair of those wyverns, male and female."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 15:54:57 GMT -5
"They breed fast," the woman vendor says. "Very many. Drink human blood if not careful. Three ounces of gold."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 16:08:36 GMT -5
Ragnar calculated to see if he could pay the price. He recalled that Prince Killion's new wife had desired a wyvern and it seemed only logical to get a breeding pair.
"Will you throw their cages in for the price? What do they eat, usually?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 16:11:12 GMT -5
"Mostly blood. Goat, chicken, monkey. Also flesh of the same, but llike blood more. Can have cage, but if they don't fly, they die after few days. Blood runs too hot; need wings to cool down."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 16:21:36 GMT -5
""I see. How do you control them?" He asked. "Are they not tame?" He was disinclined to spend money if there was no way to keep the creatures alive and captive.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 16:38:04 GMT -5
She shrugs. "Keep them fed they don't mind cage. They get hungry they get out of control. Attack everything. No mind for tame, but can attack what you pick. If kept fed."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 16:50:52 GMT -5
"Fair enough. I'll pay the price," he agreed. "So long as I have a male and a female of breeding age."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 16:57:46 GMT -5
The woman nods and gives him two cages. "Need animals for food. Goat is best. Much blood to lose. Maybe sheep work."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 17:09:39 GMT -5
"I'll remember," he said. "I'll find goats and sheep to feed them. I want to look around the market, can you keep the cages here until I'm done?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 17:10:54 GMT -5
The woman nods. The little wyverns snap and make odd squeaky sounds.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 11, 2015 17:23:54 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned and strolled through the market. He had a mind to pick up some bottles of spirits. He looked around to see what was on offer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 17:27:36 GMT -5
He sees an odd bottle tat has a human thumb in it. Then he sees there are dozens of them An old wizened man with dark skin is selling them.
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