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Post by Nick on May 17, 2008 17:16:45 GMT -5
A few selections of wine, aged differently...no Candidates may buy wine! Here is a list of our wares: Wine Skins:
White Wine - 1 Mark - Non-Vingate
Red Wine - 1 Mark - Non-Vintage
White Wine - 2 Marks - Vintage
Red Wine - 2 1/2 Marks - Vintage
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Post by friar on Jul 2, 2008 21:08:56 GMT -5
Disaster burst out of between a second before Velka entered the shop. He took the oppurtunity to land on a convenient wineskin, and look smug before His entered the room.
"Disasta, Ah doan right know wut t' make of ye," Velka told the insolent bronze. She was wearing her riding breeches, which were the ones with the leather patches, and a faded, stained dull green shirt missing the laces at the neck. Bandages emerged from one of her sleeves, testimony to her run-in with Peach Raze's hoof, and her hoof knife. She had just recently sharpened it, too.
Anyways, she needed some wine to adequately drown her sorrows, because the Healer hadn't let her get drunk off of the fellis-laced wine. But, she didn't see the shopkeeper...
"Any'un hey?" she called, not entirely comfortable. She saw a sign, presumably listing prices, but as she couldn't read, she couldn't make use of that. She just hoped she'd brought enough- three marks should be enough to by a skin or two of wine, right?
Disaster chortled at Velka, and rose up to fly around the Journeywoman's head before landing on her shoulder, like a good bronze.
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Post by Nick on Jul 2, 2008 21:42:58 GMT -5
Virler stumbled out of the back room wiping his mouth. " Wha? I wasna doin anythin. Just some Inventory." He looked up, a little crosseyed...but quickly tried to compose himself.
" Wha can I hel' ya wid?"
Virler was probably not the best shopkeep the owners of the Wine Store had ever had. He was a bit of a drunk, but he always paid for any inventory he drank...so that was good.
Right now, he had just finished his first skin of the shift. Lucky Velka.
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Post by friar on Jul 2, 2008 21:50:20 GMT -5
A drunken sot of a shop keeper. Velka immediately felt more at ease- she knew how to handle drunk men.
"Ah'd 'preciate a skin a wine...wuz yer prices?"
One of her lesser sisters might have been ashamed to admit that she couldn't read, but Velka didn't have a problem. If the sot demanded to know why she couldn't see for herself, she'd tell him.
Disaster chirped inquisitively at the behaviour of the man. He hadn't seen any drunks, being only a few sevendays old.
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Post by Nick on Jul 2, 2008 22:18:46 GMT -5
He blinked once like he hadn't heard her and then gave a lazy smile. Virler glanced at Velka...not bad for a Beastcrafter if his almost drunken eyes could see the knots right.
" Hmm...Iff'n I remem'er right, the Vin'age uns are ah...Two Marks for White...an' Two an' a Half fer Red. Th' other's are a Mark a piece." He leaned against the counter to get a better grip on himself.
Maybe he should stop drinking so much at work...
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Post by friar on Jul 2, 2008 23:02:30 GMT -5
"Ah makes 't a p'int nevah t'drink vintage. Too settl'd fer meh. Naw, a skin a beer wouldna go amiss, bu' I doan thin' we ha' 'em yet. Ah'll tek thre' non-vintage wines, doan matter what kind. They gonna git drunk naw mattah wha'."
She fumbled in her belt pouch for the marks, again, none of them were in full mark pieces.
She pulled out three half-marks, three quarter marks, five eighth marks, six sixteenth marks, and eight thrity-second pieces.
"Have Ah th' righ' change, sor?"
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Post by Nick on Jul 3, 2008 14:46:22 GMT -5
(( >_< Velka and her crazy Mark denominations...*pulls out calculator* D: My calculator on this computer isn't working for this...*works on a piece of paper*))
(( By what I got...you have half a mark too much ^_^ XP thank god I can make my calculater divide the fractions and then use Excel XD))
Now, Virler sobered...nearly all the way. Money was business, and he never goofed business. " Thre' ya say...that'll be Three Marks even Mis' Beastcrafta." He gathered all her marks together and counted them a good three times.
After a good burp to the side he handed her back a half Mark piece. " Too much there. Let me go get you sum fresher wines in th' back."
With the money safe in the drawer only he had the key to, well he and the owners of the Shop, he went to the back to get the three wines and write on his sheet the transaction in his drunken scrawl.
" Be ri'ht oot!"
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Post by friar on Jul 4, 2008 14:22:44 GMT -5
((Whoops! It's hard, figuring out the different denominations. But, honestly, would you expect someone as low on the totem pole as Velka to be entrusted with whole Mark pieces?))
"Ah kin whet!" Velka called back, pocketing the extra half-mark. She was usually better at summing than that! She chalked it up to being distracted by the pain in her arm
"Ah kin't whet t' git back t' m'room. Ah kin git drunk all peaceful like, an' ferget 'bout this bump."
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Post by Nick on Jul 4, 2008 17:57:56 GMT -5
Coming back in with four wine skins, Virler gave Velka a little grin. " How'd ya do tha?" He asked pointing to the bandages.
He placed three of the skins on the counter and slid them to the side that Velka was on. " Two White an' a Red Lady Beastcrafta."
The other skin...he promptly opened and took a swig of. " I prafer tha White mysel'."
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Post by friar on Jul 4, 2008 22:54:38 GMT -5
Velka looked at the nadages out of reflex, then met the shop keepers unsteady gaze with her own level stare.
"Skittish runna done kick'd int' m'arm whilst trimmin' 'is 'ooves."
She took the three bottles of wine, resisting the urge to up-end one, and down it right then and there.
"Thankee, sor," she remembered as she turned to leave.
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