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[09:18p] Topic is: The Trading Post is a Gorean Market on the Vosk River, where you can get anything. Come in and either learn Gor and or roleplay Gor. Simply use your imagination.
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Dalamar─O It's time. They even had some grace time. Will there be happiness and relief? Will there be fiery death and angry exclaimations of "DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM?!" Will there even be an end to the unnecesary questions regarding a future which hasn't happened yet and the Outlaw even get out of bed to get this thing started? Who knows!
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Dalamar─O I'm in a good mood, it's that time, time to go check on the house on wheels i left in a total stranger's care...again. But this time I go upstairs into the room this innkeeper's been making hella money off of me with, and go into a chest, making sure the door's closed...yep.. and taking out a small bag and dipping it into the chest, making sure to snag lots of gold and silver objects..enough to barely be able to tie the bag closed, and affix it to my belt, then relocks the chest, patting it fondly.
[09:28p] ƒàlÄ—nÄ— peeks in the back window...
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Dalamar─O I then go back downstairs and out, and begins to make my way towards that carpentry yard, looking around to see if i recognize anyone, or it i'm being followed. This is allegedly civilization after all, there's all kinds of people just WAITING to jump out at honest Outlaws and rob them as if they were Outlaws themselves doing what Outlaws do. And all. So. Yeah. I rest my hands between the gaps the hilts of my swords make, with the belt, and keep walking
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Dalamar─O It takes a bit of time but i eventually make it to the workyard...and Lo, Behold, and several other attention-getting phrases, I see a wagon that looks complete, sturdy and ready to go, except for the bosk that aren't here at the moment. I walk over to it, giving it a good looking-over, running my hands over the wheels looking for cracks, and not finding any i then examine the brake for flaws...they must have learned something from my last visit, i guess. I stop my examination of the outside and <C>
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Dalamar─O go to the back and open the door, to find certain things had changed. My countertops have drawers now? And I see some other minor changes and repairs..i guess no setting people on fire tonight, darn. The bedframe even looks reinforced, too. It isn't like i have nightly company anymore. But it's the thought that counts I guess. I exit the wagon to find the new yardboss standing there with two other men.
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Dalamar─O Questions are asked, if i like the wagon, find it acceptable, and i give positive answers to all the questions. After some pleasantries and the yardboss showing me some refinements done to the wagon I state ny desire to buy the carpentry yard, and lightly poke the pouch at my belt for jingly emphasis. I also state that those men that don't want to stay will get given a small severance pay, regardless of what happened the other night.
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Dalamar─O I follow it up with my not interfering with business, much, if honesty's maintained as it should have been from the start, this said with a brief frown. I shrug and take the bag off my belt and hold it in my left hand, untying it with my right. I pull out a single gold tarn and hand it to the boss, and tell him this is that man whom i crippled severance pay, starting immediately. The boss' eyes widen appropriately, this sum of money doesn't raise it's head often. I tell him also that <C>
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Dalamar─O everyone else's will be a silver tarn, as I don't want to start a stampede of suddenly retiring woodworkers. I also throw in i'll be wanting free repairs or changes whenever i need it but the boss just waves that away as if it's a given. He tells me he needs to think about it, as no one actually owns the business really, it's sort of ran by the Post. I smile knowing how this works; i tell the man to draw up papers declaring me the owner, and the Post will get a certain amount of money to the <C>
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Dalamar─O equivalent of costs of the wood and tools, and rental space, and maybe even a cheeky thank you. I then take out, after digging some, two more gold tarns and a silver tarn,as this is just a guess and all, and hand it to the boss, saying that ought to be enough, and if it isn't, tell the greedy clerk he's not getting any more graft from me and to suck it up.
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Dalamar─O He then shakily tells me that it might be a day or some for those papers, and tells me i've got to sign stuff, which i already knew, which means I have to stick around a little bit longer. Ah well, to be expected. I rest my right hand on the wagon for a moment, count how many workers he has, and give that many silver tarns, reminding him what they're for, getting a nod. I return the nod, and go back to the inn, a bit pleased with myself, I didn't have to smite anyone this time.
