Good lady, since we do not yet know the exchange rate we can not be sure what we can afford. But surely you can offer a better discount than that for so many rooms for such a long time when you have no other customers. I do not want to have to camp out here at the camp but I am prepared to do so if need be.
Turning to look at you as an accountant would look at a table of very large numbers, Jeblie goes on. "Mr... I think that my sister and I can make some kind of accommodation for all of you. We realize that, while your things will be here for at least a month, you most likely will not. That's part of the reason for the high cost of staying here, as we guard your stuff rather well without fear of theft, I might say. Also, if you have good trade items, we can certainly come to a reasonable number of bits for the whole month to cover your party. Food stocks and spices are very good, but we also use timber and other materials to keep the place up as best as we can. The things that the winds pull in from the Desolation have a...deleterious effect on not only our building, but almost everything else in the Camp.
"So let's talk trade, shall we?"
"Hmmm..." Numair muses. "'Might makes right.' The Usurer's got it the wrong way round. It's 'right makes might.' The virtue of righteousness is what gives one the strength to deliver justice. There is brutality when the strongest rule through fear."
He addresses Jeblie, "I wish to meet this Usurer, that I might take the measure of the man he is. Where might I find him?"
Jeblie listens to you talk and then smiles at you, much like an owner would smile at a puppy who took his first wee in the right place for a change. "Well, I'm sure you got the handle on things, there. If your looking for the Usurer, he is just up the road at the blacksmith's. He is the local blacksmith, as well as banker, of a sorts."
Macavity pulls back his cowl showing his simple Tien features in an attempt to remove the 'Cloak and Dagger' feel. "No apology is necessary to me, Madame Jeblie." Macavity replies. "On the other hand, it appears I owe an apology to your sister, though. How best may I apologize to her?"
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Not really finding much use in the exchange so far, Calendir steps out -"I will be outside" - he comments to the others as he goes through the door.
Once outside, he will keep watch at the door, casually sitting on the floor, or on top of a crate, cart, or whatever other utensil that may be used for such purpose.
He keeps particular attention on the comings and goings of the place, still not satisfied with the fact that they have not witnessed any movement whatsoever.
Macavity pulls back his cowl showing his simple Tien features in an attempt to remove the 'Cloak and Dagger' feel. "No apology is necessary to me, Madame Jeblie." Macavity replies. "On the other hand, it appears I owe an apology to your sister, though. How best may I apologize to her?"
"No need to worry about her, lad. She wears her heart on her sleeve, that sister of mine does. She'll get over it in time. Just don't treat her poorly and you'll soon find yourself on her good side."
Not really finding much use in the exchange so far, Calendir steps out -"I will be outside" - he comments to the others as he goes through the door.
Once outside, he will keep watch at the door, casually sitting on the floor, or on top of a crate, cart, or whatever other utensil that may be used for such purpose.
He keeps particular attention on the comings and goings of the place, still not satisfied with the fact that they have not witnessed any movement whatsoever.
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Jeblie listens to you talk and then smiles at you, much like an owner would smile at a puppy who took his first wee in the right place for a change. "Well, I'm sure you got the handle on things, there. If your looking for the Usurer, he is just up the road at the blacksmith's. He is the local blacksmith, as well as banker, of a sorts."
Numair gives her a small bow. "Thank you for the directions. I had not expected such hospitality in this wasteland."
Turning to Ruul, he says "Get me a room with a view, if you can. I'm going to see about getting us some currency." He looks around the room as he leaves, making brief eye contact with the rest of the group, the unspoken invitation shining in his eyes.
Macavity nods to Numair's unspoken invitation and then nods to Jeblie saying, "Madame." He restores his cowl to position and follows Numair out the door.
Macavity stays behind and slightly off of Numair's right side while walking as any good shadow does.
Ruul considers Macavity's comment.
"I forget that some of us don't eat or sleep much. We will only need six rooms. We have the bits but please look at our trade good as well."
"Lavinia's right. We should meet this Usurer together."
"Well, only six rooms? I can see that the gentleman has opted not to stay, but who else is sleeping outside?"
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Macavity nods to Numair's unspoken invitation and then nods to Jeblie saying, "Madame." He restores his cowl to position and follows Numair out the door.
Macavity stays behind and slightly off of Numair's right side while walking as any good shadow does.
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"Lavinia and I can share a room and Calendir, the orc, often chooses to stay outside", Ruul explains.
"I'm afraid that it won't work, dear," Jeblie says with a slight frown. You notice that she is not phased by your staying with the lady. "Our rooms are quite small you see and, well, you should be able to squeeze in there, there simply isn't enough room in there for both of you. I can have Jashanah show you the room if you would like if you don't believe me." Before you can say anything, Jeblie screams out,
Macavity puts his left hand on Numair's right shoulder to stop him and stares at the 'man hanging from the rafter scratching his chin.'
Macavity puts his left hand on Numair's right shoulder to stop him and stares at the 'man hanging from the rafter scratching his chin.' He says, "Hello, who are you?"
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Ruul manages to squeeze his bulk into the hallway to peer into one of the rooms.
"That certainly is small... We will take seven rooms then."
Jashanah goes back to the kitchen, while Jeblie resumes her place behind the counter. "So let's see them trade goods, shall we? It sounds like it;s time to talk shop."
Ruul rumbles in agreement and leads the little woman outside to the mounts that are carrying the bulk of the goods.
"Sounds like these rooms may be smaller than the Inn at Gundrun. I might not have enough room for my Lab," worries Elen out loud.
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Lavinia looks a bit disappointed by the size of the rooms, but makes no complaint about not being able to share a room with Ruul.
"Elen, you can keep some of your Lab equipment in my room if that helps?"
As they are laying out their trade goods, Lavinia also mentions that: "There are also a few of us who have some skill with healing magics. We would be willing to offer our services as needed."
Jeblie walked out to the horses and looked impressed. "Runnin' a carvan or somethin' are you?" Going back and forth for a few minutes, Jeblie stops when she sees a bit of silk sticking off the saddlebag of one horse. "Holy gods, can that be silk?" She pulls some out and rubs it against her face. How much of this have you got?"
Several more minutes pass. In exchange for full room and board, she is asking for 40 yards of silk, all of the linen, and 20 pounds of preserved meat. She throws the last one in, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you had her at 'silk.'
Lavinia looks a bit disappointed by the size of the rooms, but makes no complaint about not being able to share a room with Ruul.
"Elen, you can keep some of your Lab equipment in my room if that helps?"
As they are laying out their trade goods, Lavinia also mentions that: "There are also a few of us who have some skill with healing magics. We would be willing to offer our services as needed."
Jeblie barely acknowledges you once she finds the linen and silk. Her hair and face seem to brighten at the prospect of real linen sheets.
Ally flutters over and alights on Ruul's shoulder, drawing the gnomes' attention briefly, but whispers to the minotaur, "Offer 80 square yards of linen, the silk she's asking for, and the meat. We'll probably need some of the linen in the future for clothing and bedding ourselves, so we shouldn't trade it all away. However, we should try to avoid seeming too stingy, since we're looking at an extended stay here."
"How about that, and add 30 pounds of meat?"
The bull minotaur glances at the gnome and rubs some of the fine silk between his meaty fingers.
"20 pounds."
"25 pounds."
Jeblie happily shakes your hand, then starts running her small hands through the silk again.
"Shall I start bringing in the bags and equipment?"
Ruul begins unloading the goods.
"Where do you want it?"
"Just bring it back to the dining area. Jash is already starting to prepare dinner for everyone."
"Jeblie, I was wondering, are there any sort of makeshift temples here at the camp?
"There is, but I'm not sure that you would want to worship there. The priest there is a hobgoblin, and they worship various death gods. Beyond that, they'll heal you up in a pinch, if you don't mind listening to their sermon. The priest is nice enough, believe it or not."