Lowell DuBois
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Lowell had spent much of the day traveling. Having taken up camp outside of Alliria in the thinning trees where Falwood met the Aberresai Savannah, he had accumulated quite a few pelts to sell to the tanners and leatherworkers, but also quite a bit of meat. Rabbits and squirrels typically did not go for much, but he had supplemented them with a few deer and elk. A new fox pelt adorned his shoulders, and a few raccoon pelts were also in the buggy he pulled. Inside the wagon, aside from the pelts, were massive baskets ripe with salted and smoked meats. The wagon itself was manageable, but Lowell was no ox. He had taken several breaks on his way to the city.
After managing to get past the guard and inside, he set immediately to his routine. The tanners were his first stop, quick to buy what they could. After refusing to sell his newly acquired fox pelt multiple times, he parted with the majority of pelts and hides, making his way towards the inns and taverns. He peddled with the ones that would pay the most to begin with, then gradually worked his way down. With just a bit remaining, he took a wistful glance in the direction of the Inner City.
One day… He thought to himself before entering an inn that he hadn’t approached before. From what he could tell, it was fairly new. Perhaps under new ownership, or freshly built. The outside wasn’t much to look at, and it was a bit smaller than the others he had just been to. Still, a sale was a sale. Pulling the wagon up to the door, he knocked on the door. No answer. They must not have been used to people peddling out of wagons.
Parking his wagon, he shot a look around, then back at his wagon. It was old and well traveled. He doubted anyone would steal it; if anything, they’d be after what was inside it. With a shrug, he grabbed his wares and entered, casting a look around.
Despite being middle sized, he was surprised at how high the ceilings were, what with it looking much smaller from outside. His eyes darted around for the innkeeper, finally locking onto a portly dwarvish woman with jet black hair and eyes that matched.
“Excuse me, ma’am? Would you be interested in buying up the last of this? I try going to inns and taverns before the meat market; I do all the butchering myself, you see.”
Giving him a stern look, she simply outstretched her hands, gesturing at the bar she stood behind. Quirking a brow at her, Lowell placed the basket on the counter. Standing on her tiptoes, she tilted the basket down towards her, inhaled a deep breath, and pulled out a piece of jerky and started munching.
Before opening his mouth in protest, Lowell took a slow breath and just waited. A moment later, the woman produced a coin purse from her belt and emptied a good bit of coins. More than he thought the scraps were worth, but a deal he’d take.
“How’s this, and a two nights stay?”
A bit taken aback, Lowell did his best to respond. “Two nights, I couldn’t possibly-”
“Hopefully, we can both be repeat customers.” She smiled at him, making Lowell think her attitude had been a facade to throw him off. Tilting his head to one side, Lowell relented, offering her a grin.
“Well, thank you much ma’am.”
“I’ll get you a room ready. You want a drink?”
“I’ll take a mead, please.”
Elodie Rahlyn
After managing to get past the guard and inside, he set immediately to his routine. The tanners were his first stop, quick to buy what they could. After refusing to sell his newly acquired fox pelt multiple times, he parted with the majority of pelts and hides, making his way towards the inns and taverns. He peddled with the ones that would pay the most to begin with, then gradually worked his way down. With just a bit remaining, he took a wistful glance in the direction of the Inner City.
One day… He thought to himself before entering an inn that he hadn’t approached before. From what he could tell, it was fairly new. Perhaps under new ownership, or freshly built. The outside wasn’t much to look at, and it was a bit smaller than the others he had just been to. Still, a sale was a sale. Pulling the wagon up to the door, he knocked on the door. No answer. They must not have been used to people peddling out of wagons.
Parking his wagon, he shot a look around, then back at his wagon. It was old and well traveled. He doubted anyone would steal it; if anything, they’d be after what was inside it. With a shrug, he grabbed his wares and entered, casting a look around.
Despite being middle sized, he was surprised at how high the ceilings were, what with it looking much smaller from outside. His eyes darted around for the innkeeper, finally locking onto a portly dwarvish woman with jet black hair and eyes that matched.
“Excuse me, ma’am? Would you be interested in buying up the last of this? I try going to inns and taverns before the meat market; I do all the butchering myself, you see.”
Giving him a stern look, she simply outstretched her hands, gesturing at the bar she stood behind. Quirking a brow at her, Lowell placed the basket on the counter. Standing on her tiptoes, she tilted the basket down towards her, inhaled a deep breath, and pulled out a piece of jerky and started munching.
Before opening his mouth in protest, Lowell took a slow breath and just waited. A moment later, the woman produced a coin purse from her belt and emptied a good bit of coins. More than he thought the scraps were worth, but a deal he’d take.
“How’s this, and a two nights stay?”
A bit taken aback, Lowell did his best to respond. “Two nights, I couldn’t possibly-”
“Hopefully, we can both be repeat customers.” She smiled at him, making Lowell think her attitude had been a facade to throw him off. Tilting his head to one side, Lowell relented, offering her a grin.
“Well, thank you much ma’am.”
“I’ll get you a room ready. You want a drink?”
“I’ll take a mead, please.”
Elodie Rahlyn
