Searching for equipment (Late Morning open)

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren, being done with an invigorating conversation with Daveth hurries, one cannot contest in a contest of arms without arms.

(OOC looking for some cheap armor and a horse Probably from Reader with an NPC, but if anyone wants to talk, feel free;
))

[Nathaniel Mason]

"
You have to be careful when making purchases at a Tourney."
came a voice from beside Yoren. "
The armor you're holding, for example, is used."


A pleasant looking young man smiled and showed him where the armor had been repaired. "
Admittedly, it looks like it was only worn once, but that still means it's not new,"
smiled Nathan at the merchant, "
and one could argue that's a rather inflated price considering how well it seems to have protected it's previous owner."



[url=Charm Merchant][/url]: 5d6k4 15

[url=Bargain for Yoren][/url]: 5d6k4 15

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren looks astonished at the lad standing in front of him.
"
I could never have told, how did you know that this was used my good lad? If this is as prone to break as it seems, you might have saved my life. I cannot thank you enough"
Yoren measures the boy with his eyes "
If i dare ask;
What is your name?"


Yoren stretches a long bony arm out saying: "
My name is Yoren Longshore, and i insist that I'll buy you a drink, it is the least i can do!"

[Nathaniel Mason]

"
Nathan."
The young man shakes Yoren's hand warmly. "
I don't think the damage to the armor speaks to it's quality. More likely it speaks to the quality of the former owner's enemies. However, if you are a superstitious man, perhaps another choice might be better.

As to how I knew it was used. A general rule with any merchant is to suspect whatever they first offer you. It is almost always what they most hope to be rid of. The armor's straps are of a different leather than the main garment, which means they were replaced, which means the armor had to be cut off the previous owner. Knowing that, the only question was why? There can be many reasons that necessitate the cutting off of armor, but I'm sure you can imagine the most obvious one."


Nathan looks over Yoren's shoulder and he follows the lad's gaze to an extremely beautiful Dornish woman showing obvious signs of impatience.

"
I am afraid I don't have time for a drink now."
sighs Nathan. "
I have business I need tending to, but I can at least stay for the short time it will take to get you outfitted."

[Yoren longshore]

"
Yes, indeed, it has been far too long since my bartering skills saw it's use thank you. This will probably do just fine, if you say it is alright I'll trust it with my life."
Yoren looks over at the dornishwoman. "
Is that your wife? I congratulate you on your taste."

He grabs the boy by the shoulder "
I thank you for your help, if you ever want to take me up on that drink, come visit me."

He flahes a wide grin before he lets the young boy go and pays the merchant.

OOC
(Increasing my relationship to amiable, Reader must probably decide the price of the items, but thanks for your assistance, and your introduction:))

[Reader]

[OOC: bargain at TN (7+2 circumstance bonus = 9) so 2 DoS = 4% discount on whatever type of armour you bought

Some nice organic character building here]

Horseflesh abounds here - farmers selling surplus horses, or more darkly, risking their long-term futures by selling off prized assets so they can eat tomorrow.

It's clear to Yoren that he could find a suitable mount at the market - perhaps not the sleek Dothraki steeds he'd seen in the east, or a knightly champion's charger, but something that would bear him well.

[Nathaniel Mason]

"
Don't mind Andaeya, she often looks like that. She works for me... or I work for her. The point seems to be up to constant debate."


Quickly and efficiently Nathan scans over the items and points to various pieces of equipment, charming and haggling the merchant as he goes. Nathan watches as the merchant warms to the young lad. Haggling is a both a game and an art that obviously both enjoy. After which, Nathan smiles and runs off.

"
I'll be at the Drunken Huntsman all evening if you want to buy me that drink!"
he calls back.

[OOC: I added a Persuasion Charm roll after I got your PM, Reader. My Cunning is 4 if that is needed. Nathan shifts to Amiable with Yoren.]

[Yoren: Sorry I can't stay for that drink, but I am due to get wasted in an Intrigue]

[Yoren longshore]

(Got my items, thanks:)

I'll get you a drink another time then:))

[Reader]

[OOC: discount now = 10%, lucky Yoren!]

[Leifnarr Longshore]

Leifnarr Longshore is roaming the marketplace while he notices his nephew.
"
There he is, the odd boy"
the large man thinks "
let see what you have become after all these years"


Having said so, he goes straightly towards Yoren.
The simple presence of such a huge presence opens the crowd, as if it was butter melting under the sun.
People tend to stay out of the way of a man like this, since nobody usually want to cross the path of 130 kg of possible Ironborn menace...

...and Yoren happen to be in sight of his uncle to whom he has not spoken since so long ago...

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren, shouldering the newly bought Equipment just looks up and sees the face of Leifnarr: "
Uncle! Over here!"

He says before he shoulders through the crowd. He grabs his uncle by his shoulder and asks: "
How have you been these last few years?"


He looks at his uncle: "
You should have come with me, all of that bragging of you being such a big man, you should see the men in Leng! When i visited i was heads and sholders smaller than any other man, many of their women would Tower over you!"
Yoren finds a place to put down his newly aquired Gambeson, He motions to his equipment: "
Us ironborn has never been good jousters, but we will still be able to crush these greenlanders right, uncle?"
He says, smiling at his uncle.

[Leifnarr Longshore]

Leifnarr is cold as a stone, as he always has been, but some kind of smile seems to appear on his face, as he see the exuberant youngman:
"
Well met nephew!
Where have I been?
Wandering the sea and looting the coasts of Essos, as we all should have done instead than rotting on the land ...
Good to hear you had your share of wanderings."


Having a look at the gambeson he shows a doubtful, disdaining face as he says:
"
I doubt that it will stop a lance. And jousting is not for us, but for greenlander kine.
I only hope you do not put shame on us being easily killed by accident in this stupid game ...
By the way, all this foolish gathering is not for watching lance-breaking idiots, but to take advantage on them.

But there's more to say about us.
Have a look at all these Ironborn roaming this place, even in this market.
See how they all look at me, and most seem to ignore you.
None of them has recognized you, you have been out for so long, and your appearance is so much changed...
There are stories about some oddities you did around the world, and most of these men have heard them...

I'm here as the representative of my lord and brother, I'm the head of the Longshore delegation here.
You should understand that this role was supposed to be yours, as the rightful firsborn of Ferris ...
So, more than anything else, you should demonstrate our men that you are still one of us.
Show them your value, show them the Iron and the Salt, and I'll help you having the role you should have had."


OOC comment: sorry for the long post, not waiting your reply, but it's like I'll not make many other posts tomorrow.

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren smiles at the first comment but adds to the second.

"
The gambeson together with this chain here should stop most blows from having a deadly impact. I don't want to tilt in the joust, but our house should be represented in all athletic pursuits, not just those we are good at. If not we'll sound like the children who hides behind their mothers as they don't want to fight the other children, and then calls the other childrens fighting for idiotic, just as you did. We need to show them that we are not children excusing ourself behind the sport being idiotic."


He looks at his uncle: "
That is why I have to tilt. As for information"
Yoren whispers something in Leifnarrs ear. (OOC pm'ed)

oren looks around the market and he sees that few recognise him. "
You are right about that, I will establish myself as the heir, it may take some time however."

He smiles: "
I congratulate you on your position as the leader of this delegation, you undoubtedly deserve it, but what do I have to show? I am the heir. The people will see that I am about to bring a windfall to our house like one they have not seen in one and a quarter of a century! You may think that what I have been doing in the east is mostly a folly, but you'll have to realise that your plan to scout for weaknesses here is wrong, instead help me in finding us friends. We cannot stand alone, as we could for centuries everyone can see it, but it takes a real man indeed to do something about it."

He looks at his uncle: "
are you that man? That can help me fix this problem and see us through our issues, harder and stronger?"

[Leifnarr Longshore]

A quick, heavy hand fell on Yoren's shoulder, pulling the young Longshore nearer to his uncle's emotionless face.
"
Call me child again and I'll make the stories about you being an Essosian eunuch to be true.
Use that tone again with me, and I'll piss in your skull, nephew."


Two cold, sinister eyes stare straight into Yoren's eyes, threatening violence and suffering....but a large smile coupled with a sudden, rough laughter seem to tell another story:
"
Good boy, it look like that you kept some of the bitter Longshore spirit!
You will need it, if you want the men forget how weird you are....
...by the way I'm here for our house. If you gonna be next leader of this house, I'm gonna help you.
Just remind that we are not greenladers, and Ironborn do not care about your bithright if the men think that your younger brother is a better chief.
None has ever heard about you paying the Iron price on a Longshore ship, while your brother is a champion about that.
But let's not think about it.
We'll exploit what you have found, and the men will see what you are worth.

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren looks back at his uncle:
"
I don't want to compete with my brother in who has caused the most pain to greenlanders I cannot win in that competition. This is mostly because of the fact that to make simply looking upon his ugly face brings more pain than what the rest of us has the heart to deliver."
Yoren gives a slight smile. "
I believe that there is a finite amount of time left where the iron price will be a viable form of bartering to us."


He looks convinced at his uncle: "
I believe that what we'll need to focus on our economy and culture more than we should focus on our military. Our folk is the hardest in Westeros, fiercest in Westeros and bravest in Westeros. This is of little consequence on the battlefield however, as we lack dragons. We may wash the greenlands in blood for a while, reaving paying the iron price, that is untill the king on the iron throne tires of our games and makes the entire Iron Isles look like the halls of Harren the Black. We should trade and prosper, or we will die and perish."
He shakes his head "
All our ancestors dreamed of, gone up into smoke."

[Athelstan]

Athelstan wanders the market trying to find something to do, or at least find something that catches his attention and indeed something does, Lord Leifnarr speaking with someone he can't really take a good look at. Not wanting to be taken as eavesdropping he moves to speak with Leifnarr, looking as a man wearing a mantle of nobility about him.

"
Lord Leifnarr, I could have fetched what you needed from the market, but a word is all I would have needed"
until he looks at the man speaking to Leifnarr, and he falls silent for a moment and not quite sure to recognizing the man in front of him, he plays it safe.

"
My Lord"
giving a courteous bow to the man talking to Lord Leifnarr "
I apologize if I have intruded in your conversation"
.

[Leifnarr Longshore]

Leifnarr says:
"
Athelstan! There is not problem here, and stop call me a "
lord"
, since my brother is the only Longshore still bearing that title!"
while he thinks: ...and I'm the one who most of the people respect as a Lord, even if I'm not ... a situation which must be rectified, one way or ther other...

"
And stop being that formal, man.
This weirdo here is Ferris' firstborn, although I admit that Essos's vices has cut his weight in half or so, and now he looks more like a maiden's thin spindle than a proper, full-fleshed man!"


The big Ironborn stares more deeply at Athelstan's eyes.
Leifnarr is famous for his many misdeed, the cruelty of his actions, but there's one thing in front of which he has always stopped: family blood.

The big Ironborn has always been openly respectul of his brother's will but in one argument.
Leifnarr has always considered Athelstan his kin, even if Ferris has never recognized Athelstan as such...but the big Longshore has never cared about other people's ideas about it...not even of his brother's or nephew's opinions about that!

"
This is blood of you blood, as I am, or Roddric is.
So, do not be shy, and speak frankly with us, if you want to."

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