05-27-2017, 03:17 PM
Merchants lined the street, attempting to get the citizens of Darkshire to purchase their goods. From inn advertisers to traveling salesmen, the variety of options was rather remarkable. People sold weapons, armor, general goods, various supply stores, poisons, alchemy, rarities, even dinky little mushrooms; if it couldn’t be found in the inventory of mercantile citizens, it may be stocked in those of the traveling businessmen. In fact, a fireworks saleswoman was making her rounds down the lane right now. Hmm, Dan realized, that could prove useful.
“Wait, you want how many fireworks?” said the disbelieving saleswoman.
“I said I want twenty of ‘em, the most powerful ones you got.”
The saleswoman’s eyes lit up like pyrotechnics as she realized how much she would get for this deal. “Alright then, twenty showstoppers it is! That should be two thousand omnilium, please.”
Dan drew a confused, angry glare at the lady. “What the heck is ‘omnimium,’ and why does this sound like a scam?”
The merchant returned the gaze, saying “It appears I’ve been speaking with the wrong person.” Before Dan even had a chance of raising the tension again, the woman had already walked away.
“...I need Chris.”
“Wait, you want how many fireworks?” said the disbelieving saleswoman.
“I said I want twenty of ‘em, the most powerful ones you got.”
The saleswoman’s eyes lit up like pyrotechnics as she realized how much she would get for this deal. “Alright then, twenty showstoppers it is! That should be two thousand omnilium, please.”
Dan drew a confused, angry glare at the lady. “What the heck is ‘omnimium,’ and why does this sound like a scam?”
The merchant returned the gaze, saying “It appears I’ve been speaking with the wrong person.” Before Dan even had a chance of raising the tension again, the woman had already walked away.
“...I need Chris.”