Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170104034208

(Oh okay, I wasn't sure what you had planned overall)

Cyndwella drags Marcus into a trading post. It's something of a general store, but it also has a large display of Dwarven handiwork of all kinds, a great deal of it in silver for prospective investors. She walks in as if she owns the place, looking around with a discriminating eye.

"Good morning, miss..." The voice of the cheerful Dwarf behind the counter trails off at the sight of the Wisp. "...Er, what can I get you?"

"Those," Cyndwella points to a set of fine solid silver filigree goblets with a carafe and matching decanter and tray, "How much are those?"

The Dwarf picks one up and hands it to her for her to examine. "Oh, well, ye have fine taste, miss! That's the only set of solid works from -"

"I sure do, don't I?" Cyndwella grins as she turns the goblet over. "How much? And do you take Demon Realm silver?"

Stunned, the Dwarf opens and closes her mouth several times before managing, "Er, yes, miss. And, um, it's a matching set, the only one of its kind, so...um...six thousand.  Miss." She gulps.