seipher walks up to the Bishop and asks "how much are your potions,and how effective are they? do they work on all races?"

"Ahh I see you overheard our conversation. I wouldn't expect less from a dark elves ears," the cleric replies.

"Yes my potions work for everyone. They are but small ones that heal 1 hit point each use. They can only be used once though. I am willing to part of it for 5 gold pieces a bottle. Afterall, they did take some work to create," the cleric replies.

How manty do you have your worshipfulness (feeling awkward about how to adress the man )

if you can make it 3gp a bottle i will buy in bulk, 10 of them right now. if not i'm not interested. these are hard times, we need to take trade where we can find it.

I will make up the difference if you are not willing to work a deal your spiritualness

"Sorry Lords and Ladies...but, her dance card is full tonight."

With a shriek Aezi screams.."You brought it!!!"

From around the beasts neck she pulls a small handbag no larger than an elvish hand span.

"Tell me you brought my clothes!!!!"

The Krahg quietly laughs...


Jumping onto the table where Scomail is seated...she reaches into the tiny purse and pulls out a gleaming steel longsword of great quality...."Carl? What the hell am I supposed to do with this?..It's longer than me!"

"Thought it looked pretty..." The Krahg quitely mutters..

She kicks the sword across the table and puts her hand in the sueded bag again.

seipher hits back at scomail in there mother language "have you no sence, we need to barter, it will be better for all of that way"

A voice erupts from upstairs: "Okay, everyone! Let's get back outside!" <ooc: get in the damn chat room everyone!>

"You drive a hard bargain there. It does take time to find the herbs and appropiate ingredients to make such potions," the cleric replies.

He then taps his finger on his chin contemplating.

"Let us make it 4 gold a bottle shall we," he offers.

36gp for all 10, final offer. I have a sick friend

Kourouw mat gorw washtabi( we have the money what does it matter )

money always matters my friend. always.

"It is a deal,' the cleric replies smiling before reaching in his robes to give 10 small healing potions.

Storyteller note: please put under "potion" on your character sheet the following

10 x small healing potions = each heals 1 HP

and don't forget to subtract the gold pieces

that seems fair, bulk dicount

As Krin descends the stairs, he overhears the deal as it is made. "Our dear cleric is charging for convenience - he has come to us, and his cures can be taken on the road. It may be cheaper to heal the heifer at a proper temple. As soon as she's able, we should take her to the cathedral and perhaps leave these potions for emergencies."

Across the bar...the hobbit just dumps her bag out and the loud clanking of metals spills across the room.

"What is this?..she holds up a handful of silver vials...And tosses them across the bar..five of them scatter and roll.

"I like shiney things" repied the Beast.

"Now I Remember this Urn...." she said



"But we could never get it opened"

Noticing that Boromir had walked over..she hands it to him and says.."Do something with that"

Again she turns back to her pile of silk and silvery steel....

*Krin is confused by the prostitute's violence*

"Scomail, Seipher, come look at this..." The magical field that blocks the exit of the building is shimmering slightly. "This is what happened when the four of us got together last night. Perhaps the field shimmers when enough get together with the will to leave. But today we are only three...shall we try to leave?" Krin heads to the open doorway and reaches towards the barrier - his hand passes through. "Okay, guys, let's go."

OK krin sieph let us go out the back door

seipher whistles and his pegasus trots down stairs, eyeing the strange creatures on her way to seipher