PauciloquentPumpkin
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Lem'Temar, a large city known for its metalwork artisans, is Peridot's current destination. As a merchant, she loves this city for the myriad items other merchants sell, often at a lower value than they would be worth in other cities. Jewelry, armor and weapons are her specialties, though she enjoys perusing housewares and decorative art pieces as well. She's been walking up and down the streets, free to leave her own stall behind, for the city is well patrolled. Bazaars are where she feels at home. It feels more natural to her than she would feel settling down and living in a nice cottage.
It's a hot summer day, Peridot is dressed in loose fitting, yet still fairly extravagant looking cloth. A vibrant green robe with shiny faux-gold embossing and trim, feminine and alluring, designed to attract attention. As a merchant, attention is an important thing to have. She's 5'6", with an athletic frame from her traveling. Tanned skin from her time outside, as well as her heritage. Dull, orange hair, and hazel eyes. She gathers looks as she internally appraises the items in various stalls.
A particularly ornate dagger catches her eye. It almost looks like it would be used simply for decoration, and it's price reflects as such. Though Peridot can see its exceptional quality. It's sturdy, and extremely sharp. A perfect weapon for a deceptive attack. Knowing she could easily sell it for a tidy profit, she starts haggling. She plays around at first, feigning knowledge of the weapon, but skillfully ends up buying it at a large discount, which was already priced well below its worth.
Satisfied with her purchases, Peridot makes her way back to her stall, enjoying the warm weather. She hails from a faraway land, close to the equator and surrounded by volcanoes and steam vents, so she does very well with the dry, summer air. She also looks strange to locals. Most have oval shaped heads, though hers is small and round, and her wide-set, hooded, hazel eyes are flecked with gold, giving her a lazy, yet powerful gaze. Her hair, despite being a dull orange, still stands out among the crowds. Fairly long, it's naturally dry texture leaves many split ends that curl at the tips, yet almost looks like it's styled that way.
Peridot's hair and clothes sway slightly with her brisk pace and minute breeze. Having enjoyed her escapades through the bazaar, she is ready to get back to her stall. Items won't sell themselves, and this is her last day in this city before she moves on. The path forward has a chance to be filled with peril. The road between Lem'Tamar and Rintin city, her next destination, is known for the occasional highwayman, poised to ambush travelers and demand gold for passage, or bandits, who aren't so polite. She has spent some time in pubs around the city, gathering information on reputable mercenaries that she could hire for the trip, though hasn't found someone just yet. Rintin is named after its chief material production, tin. Fabulous decorative items, from furnishings and jewelry, to trinkets and figurines are made. Their artisans are so skilled in tin-working that they even have techniques to weave it into clothes. Highly fashionable, and a unique process not seen elsewhere in the continent.
Peridot relaxes once she gets back to her stall. This city is fairly famous for its security, so she could rest easy leaving her stall, though she never truly feels comfortable separated from her belongings. Her whole life is here. Her profession, her career, her joy. She settles in, sitting on her luxurious pillow-topped chair. A fantastical contraption that folds in on itself for portability, and is made of a special wood from a faraway place. The construction is unlike anything seen on this continent. Proof of her worldly travels. After settling in, she begins beckoning people, calling out to no one in particular about her many and varied wares. She picked a good location. At a cross section of streets, heavy with foot traffic. Wonderful smells from surrounding stalls helps to attract people, and nearby music helps to keep them here longer. After a few sales, she notices someone eyeing a particular item she has on display, hidden in a back corner.
The item in question is a gauntlet of sorts. Made from a series of small chain links in such a way that it can stretch to fit a variety of hands, and latches at the wrist so it stays on securely. It's lined with thin sheets of overlapping metal, allowing for fairly free movement of the fingers with a scraping sound that is pleasant to the ears. It has a pendant welded into the back of the hand. A feat Peridot finds most impressive, given its gem-like composition. It has a strange symbol etched into it, though she's never been able to make heads or tails of it. It's an item with a certain aura about it, or, rather, perhaps it's luck, or history. Peridot isn't sure, but she has never been able to get rid of it. It's one of her oldest items for sale, with one of her grandest expeditions attached to it. Yet, for all the effort she went through, she has been unable to make any money off of it. She blames the fact that she only has half of a pair of gauntlets.
Thinking back to several conversations in the various pubs, the one eyeing the gauntlet reminds her of one noteworthy mercenary she's heard stories about. Blackblade was the name used to describe him. Though, this was most certainly a female. A rather large a garish looking one, burdened by armor and hidden behind a closed helmet with decorative horns. Peridot smiles, understanding the confusion of others. On closer inspection, the horns aren't part of the helmet. She is curious, wondering if she was some sort of beast-race. Perhaps a large Satyr? She wasn't sure, and doesn't let her curiosity show as she beckons her over with a welcoming smile and an inviting wave.
"Hello!" Bursts Peridot, full of vigor, enthusiasm and warmth. "I see you've been eyeing my wares. If there's something that catches your eye, come, have a chat, let's see if we can't work something out. Though a strong looking warrior such as yourself probably doesn't have any issues making coin, that doesn't mean we can't work out reasonable prices!"
Though her smile is friendly, warm and inviting, underneath, it has sinister intent. She is an adept merchant, though she still has a good heart, and doesn't use her charisma for evil, though she doesn't mind gouging people, especially those who are less than savory, or using her skills to, say, hire a bodyguard for a perilous journey. Especially with an item that she hasn't been able to offload in the many years she's had it in her possession.
It's a hot summer day, Peridot is dressed in loose fitting, yet still fairly extravagant looking cloth. A vibrant green robe with shiny faux-gold embossing and trim, feminine and alluring, designed to attract attention. As a merchant, attention is an important thing to have. She's 5'6", with an athletic frame from her traveling. Tanned skin from her time outside, as well as her heritage. Dull, orange hair, and hazel eyes. She gathers looks as she internally appraises the items in various stalls.
A particularly ornate dagger catches her eye. It almost looks like it would be used simply for decoration, and it's price reflects as such. Though Peridot can see its exceptional quality. It's sturdy, and extremely sharp. A perfect weapon for a deceptive attack. Knowing she could easily sell it for a tidy profit, she starts haggling. She plays around at first, feigning knowledge of the weapon, but skillfully ends up buying it at a large discount, which was already priced well below its worth.
Satisfied with her purchases, Peridot makes her way back to her stall, enjoying the warm weather. She hails from a faraway land, close to the equator and surrounded by volcanoes and steam vents, so she does very well with the dry, summer air. She also looks strange to locals. Most have oval shaped heads, though hers is small and round, and her wide-set, hooded, hazel eyes are flecked with gold, giving her a lazy, yet powerful gaze. Her hair, despite being a dull orange, still stands out among the crowds. Fairly long, it's naturally dry texture leaves many split ends that curl at the tips, yet almost looks like it's styled that way.
Peridot's hair and clothes sway slightly with her brisk pace and minute breeze. Having enjoyed her escapades through the bazaar, she is ready to get back to her stall. Items won't sell themselves, and this is her last day in this city before she moves on. The path forward has a chance to be filled with peril. The road between Lem'Tamar and Rintin city, her next destination, is known for the occasional highwayman, poised to ambush travelers and demand gold for passage, or bandits, who aren't so polite. She has spent some time in pubs around the city, gathering information on reputable mercenaries that she could hire for the trip, though hasn't found someone just yet. Rintin is named after its chief material production, tin. Fabulous decorative items, from furnishings and jewelry, to trinkets and figurines are made. Their artisans are so skilled in tin-working that they even have techniques to weave it into clothes. Highly fashionable, and a unique process not seen elsewhere in the continent.
Peridot relaxes once she gets back to her stall. This city is fairly famous for its security, so she could rest easy leaving her stall, though she never truly feels comfortable separated from her belongings. Her whole life is here. Her profession, her career, her joy. She settles in, sitting on her luxurious pillow-topped chair. A fantastical contraption that folds in on itself for portability, and is made of a special wood from a faraway place. The construction is unlike anything seen on this continent. Proof of her worldly travels. After settling in, she begins beckoning people, calling out to no one in particular about her many and varied wares. She picked a good location. At a cross section of streets, heavy with foot traffic. Wonderful smells from surrounding stalls helps to attract people, and nearby music helps to keep them here longer. After a few sales, she notices someone eyeing a particular item she has on display, hidden in a back corner.
The item in question is a gauntlet of sorts. Made from a series of small chain links in such a way that it can stretch to fit a variety of hands, and latches at the wrist so it stays on securely. It's lined with thin sheets of overlapping metal, allowing for fairly free movement of the fingers with a scraping sound that is pleasant to the ears. It has a pendant welded into the back of the hand. A feat Peridot finds most impressive, given its gem-like composition. It has a strange symbol etched into it, though she's never been able to make heads or tails of it. It's an item with a certain aura about it, or, rather, perhaps it's luck, or history. Peridot isn't sure, but she has never been able to get rid of it. It's one of her oldest items for sale, with one of her grandest expeditions attached to it. Yet, for all the effort she went through, she has been unable to make any money off of it. She blames the fact that she only has half of a pair of gauntlets.
Thinking back to several conversations in the various pubs, the one eyeing the gauntlet reminds her of one noteworthy mercenary she's heard stories about. Blackblade was the name used to describe him. Though, this was most certainly a female. A rather large a garish looking one, burdened by armor and hidden behind a closed helmet with decorative horns. Peridot smiles, understanding the confusion of others. On closer inspection, the horns aren't part of the helmet. She is curious, wondering if she was some sort of beast-race. Perhaps a large Satyr? She wasn't sure, and doesn't let her curiosity show as she beckons her over with a welcoming smile and an inviting wave.
"Hello!" Bursts Peridot, full of vigor, enthusiasm and warmth. "I see you've been eyeing my wares. If there's something that catches your eye, come, have a chat, let's see if we can't work something out. Though a strong looking warrior such as yourself probably doesn't have any issues making coin, that doesn't mean we can't work out reasonable prices!"
Though her smile is friendly, warm and inviting, underneath, it has sinister intent. She is an adept merchant, though she still has a good heart, and doesn't use her charisma for evil, though she doesn't mind gouging people, especially those who are less than savory, or using her skills to, say, hire a bodyguard for a perilous journey. Especially with an item that she hasn't been able to offload in the many years she's had it in her possession.