Cold Prostpects [Tags: Amilyn and any at the Settlement! Open!]

Amilyn was starting to feel a tad dizzy. Her face felt warm, her ankles felt cool, and her pants were riding a bit too low on the hip for her taste. Moreover, judging from the metallic tang in her mouth, she was fairly certain that she had bitten the inside of her cheek.

“Hey! Hey, you!” she called from the alleyway as Jungi passed by. Motioning for the passer-by had set Ami to swaying. She was suspended upside-down by a cable. It was wrapped around her, pinning her legs together at the knee with one tangled in the mix while her feet dangled limply to either side.

“Give a gal hand, yeah?”





OOC: For reference, you can always tell who is an exile. They are called The Shunned. Once they are found guilty of a crime warranting the title, they are branded with an ‘S’ on their forehead with ink made from the Bluebush plant. Its ink is permanent like a tattoo. It is shown in “Dragonsdawn” and “Dragon’s fire”.

I are be a know-it-all. (^___^)

KAEUL
and companion Altair

Kaeul heard the door close to her brother's quarters next door. Beside her bed, on the floor, Altair's head perked up as he heard it too. A low rumble in his throat said he wished he could explore the sound, but his duty to his mistress kept him at her side. "Easy, Altair, it's just Jungi." she murmured, rolling over and away from the dog. Even as she closed her eyes once more, they sprang open again. They were at the Hold again, and she was free for the day to explore so her father had told her the day before. Not to mention it was a Gather day, in a sense. There were probably people in the square setting up their wares for the day. It was possible for her find a few good deals on things she needed before the crowds set in. The idea of it had her up in moments, throwing on a dress. It was a pretty blue affair, blue silk that shimmered in the sunlight with a colorful overtone. It reminded her of the wing of a blackbird with it's colors. The woman pulled a comb through her long hair and put half of it up behind her head, leaving the bottom to flow free. It was a proper look, she decided, and she knew her father would approve of her ladylike outfit. A pair of thick hide boots with their furry lining to protect against the cold completed the first of the outfit. Golden eyes gazed up at her with an excited expression, Altair had long since learned that shoes meant she was going somewhere. And when she went somewhere, so did he.

Kaeul smiled down at him, this was his first time at the Hold since his young puphood and he was too young to remember the time then. He had spent much of it carried in a sling at her side while he regained his strength and grew older. He was a turn old now, and his training was going to be put to the test while the woman took him through the Hold. "Alright, ready?" she asked, slipping his harness of the peg by the door. She had made the leather harness after those that attached the drays to the wagons in the caravan. A spare metal ring sewn into the back of it allowed her to hook a lead to him in an emergency. Two more graced the sides in case she needed to hook them for pulling. The dog stood, head facing the door as he allowed her to put the harness over his head and between his legs. It was well made enough that when needed, she would teach the dog to pull some weight when the caravan took off later. She would pad it later, she thought, if it came to using it for pulling. When he was well settled, she gave him the hand signal for 'sit' and had him wait until she had opened the door and entered the corridor. A sharp snap brought him to heel and Altair looked up at her with his head cocked.

"We get to explore today," she told the dog, not really expecting him to understand her words, but his whine of happiness made her smile and she returned her attention to following her brother out. He was too far ahead of her to catch up to while remaining ladylike, so she looked once more at Altair, giving him the command for 'track' and saying her brother's name. Since he was still in sight ahead of them, the dog took off at a run and stood beside the man for a moment before finally giving a sharp yip to get his attention.

The sound of a woman's voice met Kaeul's ear as she made her way closer to her brother. “Give a gal hand, yeah?” she whistled for Altair, who gave a tug at Jungi's sleeve and released him to return to his mistress' side. The woman turned down the alleyway, surprised to find a woman hanging from a cable by her legs. "Shards!" she said, rushing toward her. "What are you doing up there?" she asked, looking at the woman. Upon further inspection she noticed that the way the cable held her, the woman's pants were riding rather low. Kaeul stepped up onto a nearby crate and took hold of them, pulling them to a much more appropriate place on the other's body. "Well, the least I can do is protect your ahh.." and she paused, trying to think of something she could say that wasn't crude. "Anyway, at least you wont expose yourself now." she finished lamely.

Looking up she tried to find how the cable held the woman and saw a thick rafter with the cable stretched over it. Surely there was another end... With an unladylike jump, Kaeul's feet met the ground once more and she followed the line to the other end, hidden behind stacks of crates. The knot holding the cable taut looked too solid for her to undo alone, and she hoped her brother would be along soon. "Sadly I don't think I'm strong enough to undo the cable," she called to the suspended woman, "But hopefully my brother will heed your call as well."

While she had been looking around, the dog had wandered closer to the hanging woman. A cold nose touched her forehead as he sniffed her. He looked to Kaeul and gave a gentle whine of concern. This wasn't normal, right? He had never seen someone in such a position before. She snapped again, giving him the heel command again, and he looked back only once before doing as she asked. Kaeul sat on the crate she had used to pull the woman's pants, and gestured with a flat hand for Altair to lay down. They would await Jungi, and failing that, she would try to cut the cable with her utility knife to release her. "I'm Kaeul and this is Altair," she said by way of introduction, "who do I have the pleasure of meeting today?" she asked, smiling. The greeting wasn't stiff, perse, but it was more formal than the occasion had need of.

Altair's familiar yip greeted his ears just before that of Amilyn reached him. Heeding the brief pull on his sleeve, Jungi grimmaced, grumbling at Altair about chewing his good clothes -even though the canine's tug on his shirt hadn't been damaging.  He'd been about to look back to see Kaul there, but as she rushed past him and into the workspace where Amilyn hung from the ceiling, his attention became distracted.

Help her? Well unless they got the woman down from the rafters, her unbelted trousers would only start to slip again, seeing as how the ropes pulled at the fabric of them where she was suspended midair. So, eyes following the same path that his sister's had taken, it was offhandedly with a bit of a sigh that Jungi thought out loud. "Well I can't do both, catch her and cut the rope."

Going to search for where the rope might have been tied off at to see if he could lower her down gently, it was apparent that there were simply too many things in the way of getting to the end of the rope, he turned back to Amilyn and his sister, further assessing the situation. "To loosen the knot where she's tied, one of us would have to relieve the weight on it, but I don't think just the two of us could manage it, so I'll stand on the crate to cut the rope. Kaeul, you'll have to try to break her fall." Knowing his sister  was strong, he still wasn't sure if she'd be able to completely catch the hanging girl, but it was all they could do.

Stepping onto the crate beside his sister -the same one she'd just jumped from- Jungi reached for his utility knife, as he generally kept at least one with him. There, his arms raised overhead, one hand taking hold of the rope to steady it, and the other bringing the knife to its strands so that he could start to cut at it.








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OOC: For reference, you can always tell who is an exile. They are called The Shunned. Once they are found guilty of a crime warranting the title, they are branded with an ‘S’ on their forehead with ink made from the Bluebush plant. Its ink is permanent like a tattoo. It is shown in “Dragonsdawn” and “Dragon’s fire”.

I are be a know-it-all. (^___^)

[Those who are allowed into the Holdless Settlement are not First-generation exiles/ shunned. I know I have never yet specified the Qualifications that must be met by those who are allowed to settle at the Settlement -because so far no one has asked or wanted to make a character that was an Exile versus Holdless- but it is not extended to those who themselves were already shunned for a crime. It is only open to what generations of descendants may come after them, who themselves were not guilty of a crime; and to the guilt-less wanderers of Pern who have simply preferred a roven life vs one that was settled down. so.. no one will see any "S" foreheads in the Settlement because they are not welcome.

I have specified before, that the Dissidents from the rebellion, when captured and if not killed in the past, (or maybe if they were family, but not perhaps guilty themselves) were marked with a small brand on the back of their shoulder so they would easily be recognized if they were caught again..


BTW, Suri, Pern doesn't have silk bc there are no silk worms -at least as far as I can remember. We may have to ask Marc to confirm that. Because of that, when first starting this site, I'd actually thought about the Weaver Hall coming up with a 'new' kind of luxuriant fabric that is very soft and silky but made of wood pulps; so it might be more rare and expensive. But fabrics like that -like Rayon- are considered "man made silk" and may be the closest equivalent on Pern. Some algaes are used to make threads shine more, so that's a possibility too. However, fabrics made from wood pulp fibers instead of other plant fibers are generally more flammable.

Not having silk is one reason I always default shiny fabric to some sort of Satin(i should say Sateen but it's just satin made of plant fibers instead of silk worms). The gloss on the thread is achieved by "mercerising" the fabric while keeping the fabric stretched so that it doesn't shrink. For the Man-made-silks (out of wood pulps instead of other plants like cotton or hemp) the plant fibers don't always have the elasticity so, though they're very soft and breathable, they wrinkle more easily because any folds in them start to break the plant fibers -they don't bounce back to their original shape without some ironing.

RoF Pern setting does have a Wood Smith craft and does not consider wood as a 'scarcity' necessarily, though it is not considered nearly as large an industry as the Mine crafts and Metal Smith crafts put together, seeing as the broader preference is naturally for mining/ masonry/ metallurgy/ stone cutting/ etc types of trades. Though it's been a while since I've read through all my gathered info on Pern's trees and plants, from what I remember, most of Pern's trees are Hardwoods. That doesn't necessarily mean they're dense woods, though they're generally harder to cut through, but that they are either Fruit-bearing or Nut-bearing. Which means food in the wild is quite plentiful and would lend itself to not only harvesting for food but also for use by weaver craft and other trades who could use the fibers of the plants and shells of seeds/nuts for twine, rope, cloth, production of charcoal and tools, etc.

If you want to give her a dress of man-made-silk, that's fine, but likely won't be quite as lustrous as a really good silk-worm silk. But still very soft and airy. And much cooler to wear as the temps warm. It will be warming since it's mid Spring. There won't be much snow left except for in the mountains.]

Amilyn grinned pleasantly at the company. It was nice to have someone address her directly rather than simply leer or mumble about her in tones too low to make out. She had received more than a couple of those that morning already. Overall, people were surprisingly unhelpful. It was like they had never seen a bound and suspended woman dangling in an alleyway before. When asked what she was doing, she replied with a cheerful, "Just hanging out. You?"

Kaeul adjusted her pants, which was good because wind could be a bit nippy on bare flesh. "Oh! Thanks," she said. She leaned far enough to look to make certain that they were in a well-placed location, which was not as easy she one may think given that it was essentially trying to do a vertical sit-up. She was quick to relax back in to her original position. "'Cause I don't need 'em slipping down. Or up. Or off. I got a kid that way once in Keroon, you know." She smiled and nodded. Then a look of confusion passed briefly over her face. "I don't remember if that one made it to term or not. Hmm."

"Right, right." she had not introduced herself. "Ha, manners. Hard to keep the ol' thoughts clear when you've been dangling upside-down all morning. Ah, but you probably already knew that." She held out her one free arm to Kaeul. "Amilyn, Journeyman Smith and Master Inventor at your service. Sorta."

Amilyn waited patently as Kaeul hopped over to take a look her bindings. When she returned, Ami said, "Yeah, I don't think it's coming off as easy as all that. I'd cut it but I lost my bag." She pointed toward the green dufflebag half hidden under a box. When her bag had fallen, it had hit the crate and caused it to tip over atop the bag.

To Jungi, she called back, "I'll be fine. It's only, like, that far." She could not tell just how far down the ground was; her perspective was all twisted around. "Just go ahead and cut it."




OOC: Okay, let's see here....

Shunned. Normally the children of Shunned are also considered Shunned. It is generally applied to a family line and remains that way unless a particular authority figure deems a line cleansed of their past shame. Which, judging from what you say, would be the Lord Holder of Telgar. However, they usually have to be deemed cleansed on an individual basis. for instance, they may unShun a second daughter and her descendants but not bother with her first or third siblings. Its an odd judicial process.

Woodcraft. It is a Specialization chosen by some members of the Smithcraft Hall. It becomes its own Hall during the Ninth Pass.

Silk. The colonists brought silkworm ova with them from Earth. Unfortunately, the mulberry trees (which are the only food source of said worms) did not adapt to Pern's environment. So the silkworms were never thawed.

However, Pern does a native species called Spinners, which are like large spiders. There is sub-species called Gossamer Spinners that produce a webbing that is like silk, but not quite as fine. It is still called 'silk' though. Otherwise, people make due with plant fabrics made from cotton, wool, crushed flax, and sisal hemp, or any of the various leather-based products.

KAEUL
and companion Altair

Kaeul snorted at the woman’s self assurance that she would be fine. She clearly didn’t realize how far up she was, and falling that far on one’s head was sure to cause issues and injury. Strong as the young woman was, she knew she couldn’t catch all of the woman, and so positioned herself to at least catch and cradle the woman’s upper body and head. Amilyn, as she had introduced herself, could handle having her bottom half fall to the ground. She stood and braced her legs to take the extra weight, caring little that it may damage her dress in any way.

Altair paced around them, occasionally looking up at the dangling woman and whining, but keeping his eyes on his mistress. The Beastcrafter woman scowled, she had told him to lay down. “Altair,” she growled at him, “down!” and she punctuated the command with her heel command, pointing toward the crate her brother had climbed on, The sharding dog decided it was easier to lay beside her and had set himself in the path of the woman’s body when she fell. Instead of fighting with the command, she waved her arm away from them and the dog dejectedly lay himself some feet away. She looked over to Jungi, noting that the rope was almost cut through.

The integrity of the structure was flawed by then, more than halfway losing its strands and as Kaeul watched, the strands frayed quickly and suddenly snapped, leaving Amilyn falling through the air. The young woman managed to catch her under the armpits and her top half was buoyed against her Kaeul’s body as her hips and legs fell with great force to hit the ground. Had it been any other situation, Kaeul may have been embarrassed that the woman’s head had been cushioned against her chest. “There now, stay there. Don’t move too fast, you’ll get a lovely headrush with all that blood going back to your body.” she grinned, looking down at the other woman. The striped canine inched his way toward them, still laying down, as if trying to sneak closer. She gave him a stern look and he cocked his head to the side and lay it on his paws, looking intently at the very interesting spectacle before him.

While the two women made friends over introductions, Jungi was still cutting the thick rope, offhandedly thinking that it was a good thing the upside down woman was at least in clothes that kept her from getting too rope-burned. The make of the rope was rough and would have splintered terribly into bare skin.

Screwing his face up into disbelieving expression when the woman went on about the ground only being so far, he wondered if she understood just how much gravity could hurt a person in such a short distance. Her comment about Master Inventory though, was intriguing; and she was a Smithcrafter at that. Her name seemed vaguely familiar, too. She was likely one of the new crafters who'd moved into the Settlement area recently -which meant that she was probably on his list of contacts to make today.


His thoughts took a bit of a turn when the final strands of the rope were loosed, and Amilyn dropped into the awaiting arms of his sister. Relieved that Kaeul had been successful in at least mostly breaking the fall, Jungi put his knife away and stepped down off of the crate.

"Journeywoman Amilyn, you say?" There was some interest that seemed to have been piqued, as evident through his tone. "You're relatively new to the area, aren't you? Just setting up shop here at the Settlement? I happen to be a trader, if you're in need of services to transport between Telgar Hold and Southern Boll. Depending on what wares you have, I may already have a buyer for them, and can take them off your hands. I offer a decent price."

KAEUL
and companion Altair

Kaeul grunted with the effort of holding up Amilyn after the fall, but she managed to prevent her from hitting her head on the floor of the work room. She was reluctant to let her go, not confident that the other woman could hold herself up just yet, or that her legs were steady at all. Instead, she slowly knealt down, holding Amilyn against her and lowered the two of them into a seated position. Her laugh was pure amusement when she suggested Kaeul’s chest was flat, “Yes, well... Breasts get in the way of running, climbing and being able to various other things without having to strap them down.” she grinned. Privately she thought her chest was fine the way it was; the breasts were not too small, but not the massive things that some women sported. They were a respectable Terran B-cup. But the journeywoman had moved on, and unknowingly given a retrieve command when she gestured to the bag some ways away. Altair’s quick gold eyes caught the command and looked to Kaeul to see if he should heed it. The young woman repeated the gesture and the dog trotted toward the bag, grabbed the strap and began dragging it across the workroom floor.

When he reached her, he set it down and looked up to her with a doggy-grin, his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth. “Good, Altair.” Kaeul said, and fished a strip of dried herdbeast from her pouch on her belt, throwing it to him. With a little leap he caught it and sat there. She ignored him for now, she was much more interested in the conversation at hand. Her brother was about to work a deal, she thought, and she wanted to listen. Using the arm she had freed by using the other half of her body to lean Amilyn against, Kaeul slid the bag into the reach of the woman. She wished she could let the woman go, her arms ached a bit from catching the upper half of her body, but if she had had more confidence in Amilyn’s recovery she would have.

Waiting until his sister and the strange lady Amilyn had become untangled from one another, and the Smithcrafter's eyes had turned up to him, granting him her attention, Jungi was silently grateful that at least the delay in their morning's errands may not go to complete waste. Though, it had been an amusing little side venture. 

Tempted to cast a side glance to where Amilyn gestured her work was piled, the Trader nodded, thinking as he looked around her shop that the operation she ran here must be either small, since she didn't keep much in the way of overhead costs in lots of goods to be toted around, OR that she specialized in crafting very specific niche goods that were difficult to find elsewhere -or perhaps were very expensive and thus, it was nearly impossible to afford the overhead cost of production before some down payment had been made for her service.

Bringing his eye sback to her, he started again, "I'm sorry I didn't give my name earlier." Smiling, he nodded, giving introduction, "It's Jungi. And since you haven't much in the way of goods readily available for Trade, if you'll tell me just what you specialize in, I may be able to assist in locating more buyers who'd like to consign work from you." Of course, even if she was happily busy as it was with enough work scheduled out that she could hardly keep up with it all, any increase over that would just allow her the need of an assistant to continue to grow her own business. 

Smiling amicably, Jungi brought his hands behind his back, holding them together there as he rocked back on his heels a time or two, continuing then to look about the woman's workshop. There were quite a few interesting odds and ends to be found hanging about. He wouldn't be surprised if her work was very special-interest.

In any case, it was safe to say that Jungi was in work-mode now. "Do you mind if I have a closer look at your current project?" Motioning toward the work that lay nearby, he figured taking a closer look at her work and also taking further interest in it was a good start to a new relationship.

Pretending not to hear the talk between the girls, Jungi spent his attention on other things until Amilyn addressed him.  Had he heard her internal monologue over his name however, he would have likely laughed or maybe just rolled his eyes with a sigh, seeing as that was the reputation he seemed to have much of the time. Though he would say it was garnered unfairly. He assumed it could sound much like jungles however, so he didn't deny what she said -nor did he feel as though he needed to acknowledge it with a specific reply, either.

Watching the smithcrafter dig through her bag, casting several strange looking objects out of it to get to the bottom, he stood back just a bit as she decided to pull out a peculiar looking cylinder, giving it a few clicks. He was surprised to see a few blades protrude out from its sides and the start to spin.

Wood cutter and leg shaver? Leg hair wasn't that thick.  Well... maybe some was. Still, he wouldn't want to hold the whirring, spinning contraption up to his face, that was for sure. So, maybe it was safer to use it on wood. But, shards, if it worked, that was all he needed to know.

"I'd like to see a demonstration of it cutting through some wood, if you don't mind?" Pausing for a breath, he went on, "What other such devices do you have?"

Kaeul stood, her legs tingling a bit where the woman had rested, and pulled up a handy stool to watch the interaction between her brother and the Master Inventory. She was fascinated watching the device activate, the whirling blades cutting a decent groove in the wooden beam before it got stuck by one and was turned off. That thing was made for leg hair? Silently the young woman thanked the Egg that she had never really been one to grown an overabundance of body hair and that her legs were usually very smooth. That device would never come near her legs. Reaching down she lifted the edge of her dress, baring a hair-free leg, “I don’t think it would do much but make my leg look like that beam.’ Kaeul grinned. Unlike her breasts, she knew her legs were shapely and pretty. Long hours in the saddle of one of the Caravan horses, or running, climbing, tracking or training with Altair kept them in good form.

“You should see if Jungi wants to try it, I’m sure he has something more than I do for that device. What do you call it? Can we see more?” Kaeul was intrigued, if the woman could invent that, what else could she make? From his place away from the three people, Altair attempted to army-crawl closer, his head cocking from side to side at the whirring device when it moved. She caught him, giving him a look, and the dog whined and stopped moving. His large head lay on his paws and he looked up at her pleadingly, wanting to be near the two people he did know. “Would you be able to invent a harness for pulling weight? For a dog, that is.” the woman asked, curious what Amilyn would come up with given the chance.

Kaeul had a pretty good idea of what she needed to make it herself, and intended to do so regardless of if the other woman took on the challenge, and one of the Leathersmiths had worked with her on a good price and design based on the weight harnesses for other hauling beasts. Altair was a large dog though, and the man had been interested in seeing the end result. His huge, lean body (like that of a Great Dane) was unique, built for long distances, but Kaeul figured she could train him to pull a smaller cart or something.

As Amilyn's device chipped away at the beam, sending wood splinters and dust flying, the trader shielded his eyes with one hand to keep from getting any stray particles of wood from flying into them. After a moment, he even turned his head away, taking a step back. When the strange whirring sound stopped and the smithcrafter went to winding it back up again, he looked back in her direction.

"Well, it does seem to work on wood at least." After overhearing his sister's suggestion bout having him give it a try, Jungi took a hand to stroke his smooth-shaven face. "I think I'm all good here. Maybe we'll test it out on human hair next time."


Pausing to hear Kaeul's suggestion that the smith might be able to assist in the crafting of a creative lead for her canine, he thought that it was a pretty brilliant thing of her to come up with. He was always impressed with his sister's creative ideas. It wasn't unlike her to ask him to help in implementing them somehow, but in this case, Jungi wouldn't be of much help, it was true. He knew little about animal harnesses.

Well, Jungi hadn't come here to be the guinea pig in some smithcrafter's experiments, so he held up a hand in decline, gracious as he could be, before either of the ladies could go on. He and Kaeul did have other crafters to pay visit to all in the same day, and had little time to be wasting where it would not turn into profitable exchange. Thus, Jungi was growing more and more impatient with the smithcrafter. "I feel as though I'd have to see a device made safer for such use, before deciding to market it to those who have come to trust me to provide them with only the best goods available. Were your device to make quicker work of chopping through wood while doing so cleanly, I might consider it, but this does not create the clean cuts I'm familiar with seeing in the wood smith craft."

Pausing for but a breath, Jungi continued, wearing his usual, charming smile. "If there are no other inventions that you have on hand to demonstrate, then please let me consider your skills and I will come to you whenever I have found someone in need to call upon them. We do have a few other stops to make today, so unfortunately, I am unable to take too much time today, to appreciate your most interesting works."

Seeing that she recognized his possible doubt in the value of her smithing masterpieces, Jungi listened to her through, before replying in thoughtful pause and then folding his arms over his chest.

"Alright. So that you know, I am always looking for new and potential talent in any craft." Because that gave him an edge in his trade. "It seems to me that you have many good ideas, but until you have refined them for prospective buyers, there is no way I can rightfully market them to prospective buyers. You see, I stake my reputation on the goods that I trade facilitate the trade of." Jungi took a breath before going on.

"How about I visit you again in two or three months, when I've returned to Telgar, and if you can come up with a more efficient design for your tools in that time, I will invest in consigning several from you. But, what I need to see is a wood whittler, as you call it, that can effectively make a clean cut through a wooden beam like the one you demonstrated on. " A noise of muse passed beyond his lips then as he considered something else, "And if you can come up with something that could do this kind of work on a larger scale, to make large projects easier, that would be something to invest in."

Grinning broadly, the tader let a silence settle between them, waiting for the woman's reply.

Unconcerned with Amilyn's seeming to have taken offense at his words, Jungi was at an age and level of experience that he was comfortable with offending the sensibilities of others at times. Sometimes there was a need to. Sometimes it could be used as a tool to pose a challenge crafters to give him better work and thereby more valuable trade. It was also a tool to weed out those crafters who were serious about their business and those who were not; or it could help him gauge their character and what kind of business partner they would end up being.

"I have to ask the questions, does it work efficiently for the task at hand, or does it waste wood? Does it get the job done faster than previous technology, or would it be a waste of investment?  This tool fits in the hand, whereas woodcrafters use very large saws often times, for their work. How can this small thing cut down a tree? It might be small enough for more precision use, but to my eyes it looks inefficient for the task."

Jungi spoke honestly from his experience and had little concern for the craftsman's ego. Ego alone would not make marks and Jungi had a reputation and a business to protect. And he wasn''t exactly inexperienced at what he did. The trader went on hopefully though, "Perhaps we simply need to arrange a larger scale demonstration, so that you can show just how worthwhile your new tool is, but it has been my job to assess the value of goods before selling them. No trader can invest any significant amount of marks in something that is New and therefore a risk to his business, if he is not very certain of its worth. Even if there is a demand for something like it. It still constitutes a risk until its worth is proven to the buyer. I will take that risk on your goods however... but only if you can accommodate my requests."

The trader was then glancing in te direction of his sister before turning his eyes back on Amilyn, waiting for her reply. It was up to her if she wanted to try doing business with him, but he didn't have much more time to spend here with her today. There were other crafters on his list of new prospective clients that he needed to pay a visit.