This took place on 6/22/02. The merchant Verrath was working in his shop for the Solhaven HSN celebration. Verrath normally only works for Lornon aligned folks, but made an exception for this trip. Rilven had given me her alteration spot. Verrath had just been informing me that he would have to charge me extra because I was requesting a Leya oriented censor and not one connected to Lornon when I got booted. This log starts when I returned.

 

>You feel yourself being pulled away...
[A Large Tent]
Many layers of rich red velvet cover the ground of this expansive tent, and several poles are positioned near the dark leather walls. Dark silver patterns are stitched in arcing loops upon the sturdy material, reflecting the light from the numerous red-paned oil lamps hanging from above. The dark illumination casts a heavy, ruddy crimson glow in rippling waves across the floor. You also see the Kilthal disk, the Spaewife disk and a dark mistwood sign.
Also in the room: Ardwen, Yactaevia, Verrath, Allyxia who is seated, Lady Laleena, Sayuri, Lady Shaliegh who is kneeling, Demiloa who is seated, Kilthal who is seated, Lady Brinnea, Amalfya, Thorrnne, Lady Rilven, Lord Eairus, Quietsparrow, Flenara who is lying down, Spaewife who is seated
Obvious exits: north, northeast, northwest, out.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

>Verrath says, "Like I was saying."

You shudder.

Verrath says, "I get to charge you alot."

>Verrath nods to you.

You blink at Verrath.

You ask, "You do?"

You see Verrath Othierien the Elf.
He appears to be in his 100's, has long silver hair with shocks of white about his temples, piercing crimson eyes, and very dark skin. He has wisps of stark-white hair tucked neatly behind his sharply pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a small murky black censer in his right hand.
He is wearing a soft velvet longcoat cloaked in shades of black and grey, an open-necked black silk shirt with long fitted sleeves, some soft dark pants, and a pair of soft-soled leather boots laced snugly with thin cords.

Verrath says, "Blue eahnor. Pretty. Expensive. Profitable."

>Verrath spins around and disappears.

You ask, "Eh? Blue?"

You exclaim, "No blue!"

Eairus grins at you.

Rilven cackles!

>Spaewife cackles!

Ardwen says, "Prolly extra cause yas was chosen by Rilven too"

>Laleena asks, "No blue?"

>Rilven grins.

>Rilven nods to Ardwen.

You say, "But I am but a poor cleric."

Rilven asks, "Why do ya think I pawned it off?"

Laleena snorts at you.

>You stare at Rilven.

>Verrath sits down.

>Rilven says, "Uh..."

>Eairus says, "I wish I was yer kind of poor."

>Eairus nods to you.

You say, "Eh Verrath, I am not partial to blue."

>Rilven says, "I figured you'd really...like it, Danay. You know."

>Laleena starts chortling.

Rilven shifts her weight.

>You say, "So....no blue and no extra charge."

>Ardwen starts chortling.

You grin at Verrath.

You say, "I prefer metals in their natural state."

>You nod.

Verrath says, "Damn naturalists. Now I'm just going to charge you more for that."

You groan.

>Rilven nods to Verrath.

>Eairus chuckles.

Rilven says, "Yeah."

Laleena touches one finger to her lips.

>Laleena nods to you.

Rilven snickers.

>You ask, "Did you hear my poor cleric statement?"

>Rilven nods to Laleena.

>Laleena says, "Diggin' yerself deeper."

(Danay looks at Verrath hopefully)

>Eairus says, "Aye, be better off to just quit while yer ahead."

>Eairus nods to you.

>Ardwen says, "Poorer now"

You nod to Ardwen.

>Ardwen nods to you.

You mutter something inaudible.

>Verrath says, "I hear it all the time: "Oh please, no, don't cut me, I'm just a poor poor somethingorother, wah wah..."..."

>Rilven says, "Just hand him your bankbook."

>Rilven nods to you.

Verrath says, "Did I say cut? I meant charge."

You glance at Verrath.

You say, "I am so poor I do not have a bankbook."

You nod to Rilven.

You try hard not to grin.

>Rilven shakes her head at you and clucks her tongue.

Rilven says, "I've seen it! Sure, it was thin, but there were pages in it."

whis rilv Besides, he might peek at the several million in the Landing account.You whisper quietly to Rilven.

You grin at Rilven.

>Rilven nods to you.

Laleena says, "It was prolly only so thin 'cause she tore pages out to maintain appearance."

>Laleena nods to Rilven.

Verrath stares at the censer in his hand.

>Rilven says, "Wow. Very good point."

>Rilven nods to Laleena.

Laleena says, "Thank ye."

>Eairus grins.

>Laleena appears to be trying hard not to grin.

>Verrath says, "I'm going to have to make you pretty. This is heartbreaking."

>You say, "Er....not pretty."

You shake your head.

You say, "No extra charge."

You ask, "If you make it an ugly dented iron censor, do I get it for free?"

You grin at Verrath.

>Eairus chuckles.

>Rilven smirks.

Verrath says, "No, you just get charged more."

>Laleena smirks.

You groan.

Thorrnne smirks.

>Ardwen laughs!

>Kilthal chuckles.

>Rilven says, "The hole just keeps getting deeper..."

>Rilven nods to you.

Laleena says, "Everythin' gets ye charged more."

>Ardwen says, "No matter what ya get it costs more"

(Danay shuts up now)

>Kilthal says, "Ye charge more fer any and everything."

>Eairus nods to you.

>Laleena nods to you.

>Laleena touches one finger to her lips.

>Eairus says, "Most wise"

>Rilven says, "See? Clerics are wise."

>Rilven grins.

>Eairus appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Verrath says, "I'll just cover this with snakes if I really want you to be irked."

>Verrath stares at the censer in his hand.

You feel the blood drain from your face.

(Danay looks like she is about to say something, but then closes her mouth again)

Rilven nods to you.

>Eairus rubs you gently.

Rilven says, "If you speak again, it might end up as a hot pink censor covered with fluffy white bunnies being swallowed by undulating snakes."

Rilven says, "Which might be interesting for some."

>You feel the blood drain from your face.

Laleena says, "Nothin' wrong with bunnies."

You say, "Aye, very Amazonish."

You grin at Laleena.

You try hard not to grin.

>Laleena flexes her muscles.

Laleena says, "We all got our...eh...softer side."

>Laleena nods to you.

You grin at Laleena.

Verrath shows you an eahnor-set lustrous ivory censer, which he is holding in his right hand. Crafted from a large piece of pure ivory, the censer sports a fine, immaculate polish that brings out the deep luster of the material. Chiseled into its pale white surface are small holes, each shaped as some form of dagger raised in a triumphant fashion. A thin border of crimson eahnor arcs and loops across the edges of the lid, adding a touch of elegance to the simplistic design of the censer.

You gawk at Verrath.

You exclaim, "Tis beautiful!"

Verrath asks, "You expected different?"

You say, "Er..well...there was mention of snakes and assorted other things."

You grin sheepishly.

Verrath says, "80 thousand. Even natural eahnor's expensive."

You accept Verrath's offer and are now holding an eahnor-set lustrous ivory censer.

You bow to Verrath.

Kilthal asks, "Verrath, what House do ye belong tae?"

Verrath says, "None. I'm improper. Outcast."

Kilthal asks, "An outcast ye say?"

Verrath says, "Things tend to go that way when your mother is Nalfein and your father is Faendryl."

You exclaim, "Thank you!"

hug my cenI'm quite sure that the censer appreciates the sentiment.