* Nebrinel walks along, then. ^_^; You venture towards the open market neaby. Amidst the usual shops are a vew tailored to suit the needs of wealthy travellers. * Fyril strolls along at Nebrinel's side. He runs a hand through his hair. "Man, it's been a while since the last market." * Fyril glances over all the stalls, noting which ones have the better merchandise. * Nebrinel chuckles softly. "It has been. And a lot has changed since then." She looks about. There are many stores selling spices and exotic foods, as well as one stand dealing in high-quality weaponry. It's smaller than the market in Adrilankha was, but that is to be expected, since this is a much smaller town. * Nebrinel huhms. "There's a problem here... he's not going to come out of that damned place to do much. Only his servants." So all we'll have is rumor, in the best case. * Fyril stops sizing up the market, and looks at Nebrinel. "You mean with that Friyas guy?" * Nebrinel nods. * Fyril shrugs. "If Ada's friend doesn't know about him, then we'll have to go in partially blind. We can try to case out the place first, but what we want will probably be hard to find." * Nebrinel brushes Fyril's arm softly. "Eh. IT all depends how defense minded he is. Hell, he might just have it lying on a bench somewhere. Those research types are like that." * Fyril blushes slightly. "Right. If you have your mind all in one place, you can get careless." Exactly. * Nebrinel scans around. "So. Any likely marks, oh wise one?" * Fyril looks around once more. "I should get more food, and this looks like a good market for it. But I feel like a challenge today. Think that weapons guy might be a good shot." * Nebrinel chuckles, and huhms. "I'll just back off a bit, and ask one of the food people real quick about the mansion, but I'll be here..." * Nebrinel winks. "Just in case." The weapons guy is currently dealing with a fellow in robes who is attempting and failing to haggle over the price of an enchanted dagger. * Fyril walks over to the stall, nodding to the man, and starts scanning the wares while listening to the haggling. (There are some very nice weapons. They are all well crafted, although a few are somewhat garish.) * Nebrinel , in the meantime, walks back a bit, and finds a random food merchant, especially if she can get a good angle on Fyril while doing so. * Fyril makes a point of examining some of the daggers closely, still listening to the haggling. * Fyril quietly picks up two daggers, holding them up to examine the hilts and scabbards. The vendor notices this and qwiftly finalizes his deal with the robed fellow, who shells out twenty gold pieces for one of the plainer enchanted daggers in the stand. Nebrinel finds herself standing in front of a spice merchant's stall. The merchant looks at her and says dryly, "May I help you?" * Fyril lays the two down and picks up a third one. "This one's got a nice heft to it." * Nebrinel nods slightly. "Yes. I was curious about what some of your more popular spices are." The man raises an eyebrow and seems to mull that over for a bit before shrugging and saying, "I have an assortment of peppers from the East, where there are many more varieties than here in the Empire. One of the faveorite varieties for those who've had them are the halopeen peppers, which are flavorful without being too hot to handle, as it were." Meanwhile, the weapons merchant turns to Fyril as the robed fellow walks off. "You like it, hm? First weapon?" * Nebrinel eyes the castle, and huhms. "I was more interested in what people are interested in around here. Especially people that live in castles." She nods towards Friyas's place. * Fyril nods non-committally. "It seems like a nice weapon." He runs his hands over a few more daggers. "I have a hard time telling, though." (*blink* castle?) * Nebrinel (frowns. "Did I misunderstand where Friyas lived?") (I probably did. ^_^;) (He's near, but not in range of sight.) (Okay... and is it a castle, or is it something else? Sorry. Can I rephrase my query, then? ^_^;) The spice merchant frowns. "You mean Lord Smallcliff? Eh. He prefers his food uninteresting, or so I hear. His chef buys spices from me, but he uses them in his own food only." (Friyas calls it a palace, but that doesn't necessarily mean it is one. It's more of a large tower, although it's likely furnished like a palace.) Meanwhile, the weapons dealer nods sagely. "Of course it is. It has a good balance, too, which is rare in daggers with this much ornamentation." * Nebrinel frowns sadly. "That's too bad. I was hoping I could find something to take with me when I went to talk to him." * Nebrinel brushes her cloack back slightly, showing her moneypouch. "If you knew of anything, I'd be very happy." * Fyril nods, and waves the sheathed dagger around inexpertly. "I can tell that it has good balance. Yes." He nods, and moves to pick up another one. "How about this one? What do you think?" The spice vendor looks dejected all of a sudden, and sighs. "Y'know... that's the second bribe I've had to turn down today since I honestly didn't know anything. This just isn't my day, it seems." * Nebrinel chuckles. "That's too bad for you, I suppose." She smiles softly. "Just because I'm curious, I'll give you the same if you can tell me about who asked you previously, and what they wanted." "That one," says the weapons merchant, "will do you no good at all. It's a dress dagger, so it's made with the sole purpose of looking pretty. And at a guess, I'd say it's leagues out of your price range." * Fyril pouts slightly, and picks up the previous one. "You think this one suits me better?" The man nods. "Sure. It was one of those filthy little humans, tho this one at least kept 'imself clean and shaven. He was dressed all in grey and was going around asking about Lord Smallcliff's place. He was a mean little bastard, too." The weapons vendor nods. "Probably, yeah. I could probably find something more your style back at my warehouse, but that seems to work alright." * Fyril puts it down again, and gestures over the lot. "Well, among these, which do you think would suit me best?" * Nebrinel quirks an eyebrow, and pulls out five silvers from her pouch. "How strange. Anything else?" The weapons merchant frowns, and mutters something like 'gimme a moment'. He rattles around in a box at his feet and comes up with a long dagger, which he pulls from it's sheath. It's plainer than the others, although it's still styled. The blade is long and light, with a sharp edge down one side and part of the other. "This," he says, "Is a good fighting dagger. The unsharpened back is good for parrying with, as well." * Fyril reaches a hand out. "Do you mind if I try it?" "I have a few others like this, and they're all very well balanced. I usually only think about selling them to serious fighters, but I don't get enough of those at my stall, so..." "Sure, go ahead." * Fyril moves close to the display table to take the dagger. He hefts it, and waves it around tentatively. The spice vendor, meanwhile, says. "Nope. The guy went on to Smallcliff's place anyway. Dunno what he was after, but I doubt it was anything good." * Nebrinel shakes her head, and moves close, putting the five silvers in the person's hand. "Well, I'm sorry I couldn't find anything to buy today." The spice merchant nods. "Right right. It's okay." * Fyril moves the dagger through a very unpracticed looking set of moves. "Hmmm... how does I look?" "Heh. You look like you need practice." * Fyril frowns slightly, and tries again, not looking any better. "How's this?" The merchant shakes his head. "Nope. You could prolly get good if you tried, but you're sure not there now." * Nebrinel nods and steps back from the place. * Fyril sticks his tongue out a bit, and tries one last time. It looks slightly better than the previous too. "You think I can get there, then?" The man nods. "Yeah. You certainly have the capacity to get good, or look like you do." * Fyril nods happily. "Thanks! I'm sure you see a lot of warriors around here, so you'd be a good judge." He stops and hands the dagger back to the man. The man accepts it. "Sure thing, kid." * Fyril nods again. "As soon as I get paid, I'll come back for it." He smiles, bows slightly, and walks out of the shop, looking for Nebrinel. * Nebrinel tries to catch Fyril's eye, and nods. * Fyril walks unhurriedly over to Nebrinel, smiling all the way. "How'd it go for you?" Badly, I'm afraid. * Nebrinel grins and touches Fryil's shoulder. "You look like you're doing fine, though." * Fyril nods happily. "I needed that. Not a bad one, either." * Nebrinel chuckles. That's good, at least. It looks like the guy's just as boring as I remember. * Fyril glances over the food stands. "Now might not be the best time to stock up on food, though. Maybe I should come back later." Friyas, you mean? Yeah. * Fyril smiles more widely. "That's great! That should make it easier to get, right?" * Nebrinel grabs Fyril's arm lightly and starts walking back to the Inn. "True. But if he gets protective... I fear what he might pull out of his bag of tricks." * Fyril blushes slightly, and walks with his arm in Nebrinel's. "We'll just have to be quiet, then. Some of us can pull that off." He looks into Nebrinel's face, eyes sparkling. * Nebrinel winks softly. "I'm a noisy one, Fyril. Surely you know that by now." * Nebrinel looks back towards the inn. "Let's hope Morrolan decided to help." * Fyril blushes more, and nods. "That'd be the best thing. We need to know everything we can." * Nebrinel continues walking along. "True. Maybe if this fails, we can go scouting."