Three more strikes of the hammer sounded in the small shop before Anders set his hammer down and reached above him to ring a bell. Only then does he finally look at you. But his mouth doesn't open.
"Only a few days ago, had you entered this shop, my father and I would have killed you." The voice emanates from a dark room towards the back of the shop. "We thought, perhaps," the voice continues as a young man, no older than 17, steps forward. "that you were with Archon afterall." He has a lithe build, sandy blonde hair, but he walks with a hidden confidence. "It definitely seems like you're benefiting from a well-placed patron, but your work speaks well for you and your comrades." Both men continue to stare at you for a considerable amount of time. Finally the older Sharug nods.
"Due to the considerable danger that working with your group will continue to present to me and my father, the deal has changed. You will continue to receive the discount, and we will continue to purchase at a lower price." The boy is all business, his voice does not shake as he continues on, "However, we will require that you purchase the property next door to this one and sell it to us at a 15% loss. At that point, we require that you and your companions assist in expanding this shop to include my potions shop."
He waits for a second for you to realize the cost of continuing with your relationship with them. Just as you begin to form a response he continues, he obviously wants to control the conversation "In addition, you will receive a 25% discount on any potions purchased from the shop. You will also receive a 10% discount on other various items of power sold at my shop. However, I will not be providing any increase on funds given to you for selling those items directly to me."
Again he pauses, but only for a second, "Please consider the new terms in light of the pain that your actions have brought my father, and the continued danger that you would put the two of us in." The words carry a finality to them and the older Sharug again begins working the metal in front of him.
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Date: 2010-06-14 06:06 pm (UTC)"Only a few days ago, had you entered this shop, my father and I would have killed you." The voice emanates from a dark room towards the back of the shop. "We thought, perhaps," the voice continues as a young man, no older than 17, steps forward. "that you were with Archon afterall." He has a lithe build, sandy blonde hair, but he walks with a hidden confidence. "It definitely seems like you're benefiting from a well-placed patron, but your work speaks well for you and your comrades." Both men continue to stare at you for a considerable amount of time. Finally the older Sharug nods.
"Due to the considerable danger that working with your group will continue to present to me and my father, the deal has changed. You will continue to receive the discount, and we will continue to purchase at a lower price." The boy is all business, his voice does not shake as he continues on, "However, we will require that you purchase the property next door to this one and sell it to us at a 15% loss. At that point, we require that you and your companions assist in expanding this shop to include my potions shop."
He waits for a second for you to realize the cost of continuing with your relationship with them. Just as you begin to form a response he continues, he obviously wants to control the conversation "In addition, you will receive a 25% discount on any potions purchased from the shop. You will also receive a 10% discount on other various items of power sold at my shop. However, I will not be providing any increase on funds given to you for selling those items directly to me."
Again he pauses, but only for a second, "Please consider the new terms in light of the pain that your actions have brought my father, and the continued danger that you would put the two of us in." The words carry a finality to them and the older Sharug again begins working the metal in front of him.