Post by Sythe on Jan 8, 2005 21:17:41 GMT
Ic: About half of an hour from when he left the house, Tivec found himself in the seediest section of Raphoe. He still had about three hours before the merchant got home, giving the Thief lots of time to sell his loot before it was hot. With the dank builds closing around him, the Thief looked hard.
Eventually, Tivec found what he was looking for. A small, dark building, over which sat a dirty sign advertising blade sharpening. However, what truly drew the young man was the small Thieves symbol scratched into the doorjamb, meaning "Fence".
Grinning to himself, Tivec pushed the door in, and entered the dark shop. Multiple whestones, scissors and knives lay around on shelves, with sooted lanterns throwing a little light here and there. To one side, behind a counter, sat a wiry little man with darting eyes. Looking up from the scissors that he was pushing against a grindstone, his beedy eyes fixed on Tivec.
"What do you want."
His voice was rouch and seedy, intersperced with small coughs. Walking up to the counter, Tivec nodded to the man. He then began to speak.
"Hello good sir, what kind of shop is this?"
However at the same time, the young man shifted his hat and scratched his chest. In the tongue of Thieves, what tivec really said was 'Are you a fence?'.
Standing from the grindstone, the wiry man looked hard at Tivec, which ruffling his thinning hair and picking his nose slightly.
"Why, this be a sharpener's shop, sir."
'Aye, what's it to ya?'
Tivec eyes the man in his dirty, greasy clothing.
"Just as I had hoped."
'I have some loot to sell.'
The wiry man nodded and limped over to the door of his shop, where he bolted it three times. Wandering back to the counter, the little man looked at Tivec.
"Right, it's safe, what've ya got."
Taking the sack from his shoulder, Tivec reached in and began to pull out the silverware and palce it on the counter. The wiry man looked over each piece as it came to him, until Tivec was finished. The man looked the pieces over one more time before he spoke up.
"I'll give you 25gc for the lot."
Tivec chuckled.
"I think not, I know the values of silver, that is at least worth 50gc."
"You must be touched in the head lad, I'll give ya 27gc, no more."
The bartering went on like this for a while, until the two of them settle on the price of 35 crowns. Sweeping the money into his pouch, Tivec smiled and nodded to the wiry man before picking up his sack and leaving the shop.
Standing outside, the young man rolled the extra sack around it's only contents, the book and papers, and then tucked it into his belt by his back. Adjusting his tricorner hat, Tivec walked down the streets, whistling a merry tune.
Eventually, Tivec found what he was looking for. A small, dark building, over which sat a dirty sign advertising blade sharpening. However, what truly drew the young man was the small Thieves symbol scratched into the doorjamb, meaning "Fence".
Grinning to himself, Tivec pushed the door in, and entered the dark shop. Multiple whestones, scissors and knives lay around on shelves, with sooted lanterns throwing a little light here and there. To one side, behind a counter, sat a wiry little man with darting eyes. Looking up from the scissors that he was pushing against a grindstone, his beedy eyes fixed on Tivec.
"What do you want."
His voice was rouch and seedy, intersperced with small coughs. Walking up to the counter, Tivec nodded to the man. He then began to speak.
"Hello good sir, what kind of shop is this?"
However at the same time, the young man shifted his hat and scratched his chest. In the tongue of Thieves, what tivec really said was 'Are you a fence?'.
Standing from the grindstone, the wiry man looked hard at Tivec, which ruffling his thinning hair and picking his nose slightly.
"Why, this be a sharpener's shop, sir."
'Aye, what's it to ya?'
Tivec eyes the man in his dirty, greasy clothing.
"Just as I had hoped."
'I have some loot to sell.'
The wiry man nodded and limped over to the door of his shop, where he bolted it three times. Wandering back to the counter, the little man looked at Tivec.
"Right, it's safe, what've ya got."
Taking the sack from his shoulder, Tivec reached in and began to pull out the silverware and palce it on the counter. The wiry man looked over each piece as it came to him, until Tivec was finished. The man looked the pieces over one more time before he spoke up.
"I'll give you 25gc for the lot."
Tivec chuckled.
"I think not, I know the values of silver, that is at least worth 50gc."
"You must be touched in the head lad, I'll give ya 27gc, no more."
The bartering went on like this for a while, until the two of them settle on the price of 35 crowns. Sweeping the money into his pouch, Tivec smiled and nodded to the wiry man before picking up his sack and leaving the shop.
Standing outside, the young man rolled the extra sack around it's only contents, the book and papers, and then tucked it into his belt by his back. Adjusting his tricorner hat, Tivec walked down the streets, whistling a merry tune.
