Author: Medena
Title: Of Kadian Racks and Chests
Date: 2009-02-17 16:05:24
Type: Logs
Synopsis: A noble, a templar and a merchant discuss the relative merits of Kadian armour racks and chests.

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, curiously, as his eyes are drawn to your hair:
       "Hmm...perhaps some sort of headdress, as well?  With feathers, and the like, my Lady?"

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish:
       "I was only wondering--we happen to have something like that on display, if you enjoy feathers, my Lady Fale..."

At your table, you say in sirihish, tilting her head from side to side as she speaks:
      "I do already own many elaborate feathered headpieces."

The dusky, curly-haired man nods at you.

The rugged, stubble-bearded templar has arrived from the west.
A human Allanaki soldier has arrived from the west.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
      "The gown, of course, will be fitted to me, I know, but even so I would like something of a style which shows off my form to advantage."

The rugged, stubble-bearded templar mutters to himself, swatting dust off of his dusty frame as best he can.

The rugged, stubble-bearded templar starts cleaning.

The rugged, stubble-bearded templar dusts himself off.

Strapping it to the back, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar puts his enormous, concave tortoiseshell shield into his oversized black backpack.

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, nodding briefly a few times, pursing his lips:
     "Of course, my Lady.  I`ll detail this out specifically with our folk, and make sure we get something that will, ah, demonstrate that. "

Lifting up a hand to wave in a graceful sweep, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
     "Look Lord Samos, the Kadian is still here and not even bound yet."

Strolling over to a large round table in the center of the room, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "Enraptured by yer beauty, no doubt."

The rugged, stubble-bearded templar looks down at the dusky, curly-haired man.

The dusky, curly-haired man dips his head into a respectful nod towards the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, remaining at his seat near you.

Grinning up at him, then patting at the boots near her hand on the table, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
     "Look at the delightful riding boots I have acquired."

Grinning, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "Sure are very comfortable `n colorful-lookin`."

After a thoughtful glance at the dusky, curly-haired man, turning back to him, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
     "Were you in need of Flop? I believe I am done with him for now."

Snickering, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
     "Flop."

Suddenly patting the chair beside her, you exclaim to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
     "Oh, and please do sit! You must think me most dreadfully rude!"

Resting a hand on a chair, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks the dusky, curly-haired man, in sirihish:
     "So you said you got an armor stand fer me... but Zaea don` wanna show me `er rack?"

Smiling and shaking his head, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar sits at a large round table in the center of the room, beside you.

Her voice rising into a squeal of giggling laughter, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
     "Is that what you asked? To see her rack? How delightfully entertaining."

A group of merchants makes their way up the stairs, talking amongst themselves.

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, with a shrug of his shoulders:
     "I don` understand why she got so nervous. I mean, where`s a better place fer my spear `n a Kadian rack, huh?"

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, with a nod, a muscle near the corner of his mouth twitching:
     "Armor stand, yes, my Lord Templar--and I tried to explain that, but..."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish:
     "...she and the House seem to think that Salarr knows their racks pretty well.  They put all sorts of things in them all the time."

The quiet bartender wipes the bar down with a dirty rag.

At your table, you say in sirihish, after a wink at the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, looking at the dusky, curly-haired man askance:
     "Are you saying then that Salarr has better racks than Kadius?"

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, suppressing a grin across his hard-lined face:
     "Well `f yer admittin` that Kadians ain` as familiar with racks `s Salarri... guess I gotta believe ya."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, frowning:
     "Kinda hurt, though. Reckoned most common folks `d love t` show me their racks."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, his tone exceptionally dry as he replies to you:
     "Quality over quantity, I think...they have a lot of racks, but none that look especially decent.  We -could- make up a one all special for you, but it`d be really more of a cabinet."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish:
     "It all depends on how you feel about racks.  If you`ve seen one, have you really seen them all, my Lord Templar?"

At your table, you say in sirihish, raising her eyebrows up exceptionally high, then lowering them, her lips twitching as she speaks:
     "A cabinet sounds rather dreary as compared to a rack. Quite humdrum. Not a rack at all but merely a chest."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, shaking his head:
     "Oh, no, son. Nah. There`s some ravishin`ly sumptuous racks out there I just dream `f seein`."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, shrugging his shoulders lightly:
     "But a chest of some definite qualities...very...ample.  Able to deal with anything, not just weapons, that are put into it..."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, as he shifts his gaze back to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar:
     "That -is- an option, my Lord Templar--if you`d like to look at a Kadian chest.  I`d have to place the order for it."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, to the dusky, curly-haired man, blithely:
     "How much it cost t` look at a Kadian chest these days?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "It surely does not cost anything to just look? If I were a Kadian, I`d be falling all over myself to show you my chest."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, shrugging his shoulders once again:
     "My Lord Templar, probably more than peeking at a Salarri rack.  But like I said.  Ample...very ample. Multi-purpose."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish:
     "In truth, we do have a chest up in the warehouse now, one that even locks."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, waving a hand dismissively:
     "Rather see a nice rack. Was countin` on it. I gonna get a discount on my armor stand cos there`s no rack like Sparkles said she`d show?"

A slim half-elf server carefully carries a sizzling plate of Allanak flame cheese over to a table.

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, bobbing his head towards the rugged, stubble-bearded templar easily:
     "That was the discount, my Lord Templar.  I hate to leave a customer wanting anything..."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish:
     "...originally, was going to be sold for seven small and a half small."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, scratching at his chin thoughtfully:
     "But, my Lord, since we`ve done business before a few times..."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, with a slow nod:
     "Ahh. I see. How much it gonna cost me now again, with th` discount?"

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, clearing his throat:
     "I`ll sell it at six and a half small."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish:
     "What a deal."
 
At your table, you say in sirihish, tittering softly, her glance both bemused and questioning on the rugged, stubble-bearded templar:
     "Is that a deal?"

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, as he shifts his gaze to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar and nodding:
     "Always glad to make deals for future business, my Lord Templar."

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish, to you, not really hiding a smirk:
     "Well, I mean, I was expectin` two things `n got one, but... well, a whole small discount. Means I can spend th` fine I got from that thievin` elf on booze now."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, clearing his throat hesitantly:
     "Shall we go get it for you--or shall I get it and bring it here, my Lord?"

At your table, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says in sirihish:
     "Yeh... bring `t here."

At your table, the dusky, curly-haired man says in sirihish, gaze turning to you:
     "Is that all you have for me, Lady Fale?"

At your table, you say in sirihish, swishing your thin, jade and black bone fan toward the dusky, curly-haired man:
     "Yes Flop, I did say so. Until you have some gowns for my perusal."

The dusky, curly-haired man rises to his feet, bowing deeply to you and the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.