*Jericho laughs a bit as he takes the seat next to Alatariel and shoots her a quick wink.*

hello my friend. What brings you back to the inn so soon

I've done all I can do back at the shop. Now, I wait.

...Welcome back.

*That's rare for Raquil, actually caring that someone came in he "knew". Perhaps he liked that Rathil supported his argument with the "assassin". *

"Raquil, about that new sickle that I require, come outside and show me what you may have to replace my worn out one. Mind you, I do not require anything magical but I do demand a good quality tool." With that, he gathers up the merchant with a stern look and turns towards the entrance to the Inn.

I've done all I can do back at the shop. Now, I wait.

Alright, I'll show you the cheapest good quality Sickles I may have.

*He stands and steps outside to lead the druid out to his cart.*

Hmm quite the busy man you are. How much of what Rathil says is truth or does he just like to hear himself speak?

Upon their arrival at the merchant's cart, Caracatus looks around and says, "Raquil, with all of the thievery going on in this town, how is it that you seem not to fear having your wagon plundered, when I see so many wares hanging off it's side in plain view? It's most curious that you have not yet come outside to see your wagon completely plundered and totally devoid of any wares at all!!"

I have my methods. This is more than just a cart. Trust me, it'd take a amazing professional thief to even to hope to steal from this cart. Oh and those Items are fakes.

*He walks up to cart and does something and the cart opens up to show off so many items. He starts digging his supplies and finds a sickle that seems to be non-magical. He climbs out of the cart and looks it over. Nodding he walks over to Caracatus and shows him the Sickle.*

Take a look, is this the sort of thing you are looking for?

Caracatus takes the proffered tool, examines the blade, holding the sickle by it's handle with two fingers, then flicks a finger against the blade and listens intently to the resulting ringing sound that he metal makes. He scowls and looks at Raquil.
"This will not do, there isn't enough carbon in the steel and look! This handle is made of bone! I am a Druid, an Earth Elemental Druid. The hadle must be made of wood, preferably Oak or Yew and the steel must be able to stand repeated use against the fiberous and tough stems of the Mistletoe bush...try again, Raquil, no sale."

*He takes the Sickle back and returns to the cart. He hates it when they get picky. He decides to pull out his scroll and make sure he's even got anything like it. Half way down the ridiculously long scroll he sees something that might do it. Rolling up the scroll, he then starts looking again through the cart. He Finds the item and examines it. Oak handle, nice solid-looking blade. If his list is right it should have plenty of Carbon in the blade. He only hopes it was made strong enough for this guy's liking. Raquil returns to the druid.*

How about this one then?

Caracatus takes the newly proffered tool, examines the blade, holding the sickle by it's handle with two fingers, then flicks a finger against the blade and listens intently to the resulting ringing sound that he metal makes. He repeats the experiment, holding the sickle even closer to his ear, "The metal sounds right..."
He then examines the handle, holding it close to his eye and running it up and down it's length, checking the grain of the wood, as well as the stain and polish, "Hmmm", he says, "this this is a fine 100 year piece of old Oak, I recognize the pattern of the grain as being from the Midlands...excellent." He rubs his fingers lightly up and down the handle's length, "I know who made this stain and the polish is made primarily from bee's wax...this is of Dwaven manufacture!"

He looks knowingly at Raquil, while placing the sickle into the sash of his robes, "If you had told me that you had Dwarf-made tools in the first place, we could have saved some time. I'll take it, if you name me a fair price, that is." Caratacus straightens and looks squarely into Raquils eyes, he places his hands on his hips, his staff held in the crook of one arm, it's base in the dirt and it's top towering over the little human's head his lips draw tight into a stubborn-looking line...the Druid has dealt with traveling merchants before and he is not one to be cheated...