"New store, eh?" Epperson grunts at Menya the Whip. "Gotta keep overhead low at start-up, I'll bet. What's your business plan moving forward?" The heavily-armoured dwarf makes idle chatter with the entrepreneur.
The four Andorans give you a cocky grin. "You could say that. We need something that's worthy of our talents. May I?" The group's leader spins your ancient spear in an elaborate display of skill before handing it back. "It's weighted pretty well."
The armorsmith is as skinny as a rail but shakes your hand with a grip of iron. "Things will be tight for a bit, but I'm hoping to find a few customers who appreciate fine craftsmanship. The only thing I'm missing is something to catch the eye and bring them in. If you're selling a shield or a bit of armor that isn't in the best condition, I'd love to fix it up to really show what I can do."
Smiling as the leader of the Andoran's asked to see the spear, Tribim watched as they spun it around. Nodding as they finally hand it back, Tribim agrees, "Weighted well indeed." Gesturing towards the other 'Shadows' "I should head back to my friends, good luck with the auction."
Quickly moving back towards the others, Tribim smiles, "We may have a bidding war for the spear, how did the rest of you do?"
Mahmoud frowns. "Well, that is good. I don't think I made any difference in the sale price of the scrolls, but then again the sort of people who might buy them likely have a good idea of their value." He shrugs. "I am glad that the Temple will benefit somewhat from the auctioning."
Leaving Epperson to his speechcraft, Aerith gladly wandered around, looking at the items up for auction. Many of them were interesting, but they weren't anything that were worth writing home about. That is, until she came across a pair of sandals. Or more specifically, the Sandals of Polymorphous Alacrity! Her heart ached when she studied the enchantments woven into them. They allowed the wearer to move faster than what should be possible, and it would even work when in her draconic form! Not that she could fly yet. Or could really do much of anything besides look, maybe, kind of...sort of...intimidating. Well, to a commoner, maybe. She frowned, at the knowledge that unlike her older relatives, there was not much of anything she could do in such a noble body. But the sandals? They could prove quite useful, if she could overcome that. But the price? Back home she could have just asked for the coin, but here? She might as well ask for a palace. So, all she could do was 'window shop' and fantasize about having the coin needed.
Nodding in agreement with Mahmoud, Tribim moved around with Aerith looking at the other items that would go up for sale. He noticed her pausing looking at the sandals, "Those are nice." He smiles and nods back towards the armor, "But I'd pay good money to see Epperson in the armor carrying the odd shield."
The auction is busy, and bidding proves to be fierce on quite a few items. Your ancient spear is quite popular, but it ends up being won by the Four Lanterns. The Okhenti heir wins the Dog Soldier's fancy shortsword. You manage to pick up an enchanted shield and set of armor that should fit Epperson, stealing the latter away from Menya at the last second.
As things wind down, and everyone finishes paying for their purchases and gloating over their acquisitions, a frantic pounding suddenly comes from the front door. As servants move to open it, it explodes in a cloud of splinters, and a horde of zombies shamble in, hungry for the blood of the living!
Pleased that they were able to acquire armor for their dwarf Tribim hears the noise behind him. Turning he sees the zombies, as he steps out from the seat behind Aerith into the aisle, he draws a chakram from its pouch. Chuckling to himself, he quips, "Pity we don't have time to wait for Epperson to put on his new armor." as he Tosses the circular weapon at the nearest undead.