Errands, Corgis, and Spiders

Dressed in a simple, unbleached swordsman's shirt and trousers, a swordbelt on his hip, Seldan makes his way through the crowd. Over his arm is another shirt of similar type and a larger, midnight-blue garment, and he looks a bit lost as he walks among the stalls and storefronts, seeming to look for something in particular.

Faranmidahn has arrived.

Standing around the merchant wagon, yes Alaryn has had an upgrade since the days of her old hand-pushcart merchant stall, the merchant Alaryn stands displaying bolts of fine silks. Okay so not super fine, but fine just the same. She has her usual items on her cart too, but since a handful of customers requested such silks, she figured.. why not? Profit to be made. "I've seven different shades of silk if you have a desire for more than the bright blue here.." And she gestures to the cart where bolts of red, golden, a deep forest green, a more maroon or burgandy red, pure white, and black, not to mention a lighter blue like cyan. "I can of course... incorporate arcane augmentations into anything fabricated from the silks too. Perhaps a silk hat of disguise?"

"Oh, there once was a Knight who fought for his life, upon a steed of brown. A dun colored beast who ate the deceased and everything not nailed down!" Strumming his lute the little Gnomish Knight makes his way through the crowds. "Woe to the foe and fear for his hide, once defeated he'd end up fried in the belly of Malfeasance!" At the mention of it's name the high stepping massive Dire Corgi barks happily, doing a little dance as the Knight atop continues to play. "For there are no bones too big or small, not feet not head that his teeth would not maul. The hunger that never ends, the bottomless pit of evil and it's friends, deep with in Malfeasance!"

Meanwhile, speaking of knights. Another of smaller mass, this one astride a quite different and less obviously perky(and significantly less fluffy) mount. With Torrent finally used to all the bustle, Faran has settled on little constitutionals to get him used to carrying her... and letting more of the citizenry get used to -him-. Ear perking under her helm at the singing about Knights and something really really hungry, she steers the big glossy black spider over thattaway.

Orenthal considers a silk hat of disguise. "You know, that sounds quite interesting," he says. "Though it's rare the occasion that I'm not dressed appropriately, it would be helpful to prevent a faux pas." He doffs his current hat, eyes it skeptically. "This one is getting old anyhow." Or, rather, getting out of fashion. "A magic one, now that would always be the peak of style, I imagine."

Finally, Seldan seems to find the sort of shop he seeks: a tailor. He disappears inside, but not without glancing back out at the dire corgi with his lustily singing mount, and the spider bearing another sort. Alexandria truly does attract all sorts.

"And... could be any color you desire. But wait, there's more!" Yes, Alaryn just did the TV Sales pitch, "You realize, that a hat of disguise... can change your entire appearance, not just your hat. So you could shift your color scheme, make an accidental spill or tear vanish long enough to have it repaired... so many uses for such an item.. especially for someone of such discerning taste." she adds. Yeah, this girl has her banter down pat.

The dire corgi and the spider do both draw the eye, and without skipping a beat, Alaryn reaches into her wagon's storage bay and removes one of the alchemically treated treats she keeps on hand for the big floofball, "Malfeasance!" She calls out before hurling what can only be a fantasy version of a milk bone his way.

Orenthal had not considered covering a tear or damage, and that clearly piques his interest, far more so than changing colors or his own appearance. Black is enough for this gentleman! But to cover a rip seems a very good good thing to him. "Yes, that sounds excellent," he agrees. A glance is spared for the small folk on their strange mounts, but no more than that. Such is the way of life in the big city!

"Fresh from the field, where we made villainy yield. Once more to the fame of the Cockatrice! For all of it's Knights, we are twice as nice." Soup, the mounted Gnome Knight offers a wink to some passing gnomes. "Whoa!" The Knight announces as the massive Dire Corgi rears, shifts and lopes towards the spider. It's leather armor bending as it lowers itself down to the pavement to look up at the beast. It's relatively tiny tail swishing back and forth as that massive dog tongue flops out on the pavement. "Mal, desist, end, stop, avaunt!" The Gnome tries to keep his balance and all the various gear from bouncing free. This is then rendered moot when Alaryn calls the Corgi over. It bounds up from the spider and races around patrons and stalls to get to it's two weaknesses, food and attention. "AHHHH!" Soup cries out, his lute making an odd tune as it bangs and bongs between his chest and the Corgi's saddle

The singing has more of her attention than the once-overs and stares she's getting, and as the source, apparantly another mounted Knight of a resonable size turns to meet her, she starts to raise her hand in greeting. Torrent tenses slightly, prompting some momentary bugging of the Lucht's eyes before she gives two little tugs on the reins, "Easy! Easy, Tor-" and an airborn snack makes the huge fluffy bound away and startle a massive spider that goes into that wierd bobbing dance that happens when such things occur, "-eee-EEE-ee-!" While her odd saddle is meant to work even under bizarre angles of travel, that just means she can't easily -escape- the crazy bucking threatening the demeanor of her breakfast.

Cringing at the reactions her snack-toss caused, Alaryn mutters, "Sorry Soup! Faran!" But then she shakes her head and says, "If memory serves, such hats usually go for eighteen hundred gold. But... as you are potentially a future regular customer, I think a forty percent discount is definitely warranted. So.." she pauses and uses her brain a bit, "One thousand, eighty gold and we have a deal. I'll begin working on it as soon as I can. I have a few commissions in line ahead of you, but it shouldn't take more than a few days."

The deft little lance shoots out and snicks the tossed bone, sending it skittering along the pavement. A Soup magnificently denies the treat to his steed. Malfeasance totters after, where the lance point some how manages to beat him there. Then the two are locked in a teeth on lance tip grudge match as the Knight atop his dog plow through bushes and crates to the final resting place of the treat. "Hah! I can keep it from it! Wha! No! Stop biting my lance!" Once the dog nearly face plants into the final resting place of it's morsel. It lets go of the lance and snatches it up as well as a few pieces of wood, an old sock and whatever else was laying under that cart. "Quick! Attention!" Yells the small knight. "There's another knight! We have to be ready! To arms!

Orenthal nods to Alaryn, and says, "I will have my man come and bring it by presently." He smiles at being a regular customer, and says, "That may be the case, yes. Your suggestions have been spot on so far." He looks with some alarm at Soup and his mount, and sighs wearily, but gives space if needed.

From inside the tailor's shop, Seldan peers out through the window at all the crashing and bashing of dire corgi and gnome locked in canine deathmatch. His business doesn't seem to take long, and he emerges, without the clothing that had been laying over his arm, peering after Soup - and then at Faranmidhan and her giant spider. Shaking his head, he makes his way out into the bustle and over to the cart of silks and fabrics, peering at them with impressed interest. "Good day," he greets Orenthal casually, the accent strong Myrrish.

Faranmidahn holds on for dear lunch and draws rein, thumping Torrent on the thorax, "Stop! Easy, Torrent, easy!" She's too busy trying not to toss to worry about the other Knight's presentation. It takes her a few moments to get her mount under control, then a few more to make sure her belly's stopped sloshing around near her throat, then, "Good boy... good boy." Swallow, ahem, then she looks toward, "Oh, Alaryn, hello!" and to her customers, "And you, good sirs." Keep it together until we get back to the Chapterhouse. Then die.

Lifting a hand in greeting to Faranmidahn, Alaryn is blushing fiercely. "I'm afraid that freakout is my fault. I thought Malfeasance might like a treat, and... instead, I caused no end of chaos." she says. Still holding a bolt of blue silk in her arms. But then she does a doubletake and looks back to Orenthal, "Oh aye. I'll get to work on it right away. Also, I've a specialty of acquiring things from other parts of the land. So if you wish clothing in foreign styles..." she shrugs and gestures at her cart while performing a decent curtsey.

And then there's Sendal arriving, "Hello potential customer!" She adds, looking past Sendal and seeing Soups descent into... well... into the soup. She quite literally facepalms and mutters, "Alaryn. Next time think it through first."

Orenthal nods distractedly to Seldan. "Good day, sir." He's careful to steer clear of corgi and spider both. He bows his head to Alaryn, and nods as she promises to get to work right away. "Very well. You may reach me at," he begins, and gives an upscale address, "or you may inquire after me at the Explorers' Guild." That one may be a bit of surprise, but it may also explain how he's keeping his cool amid Monsters Gone Wild.

As Soup brings his mount under control. He sets about house keeping. Helmet on strait, shirt back in pants. Armor set properly. "Oh dear" The lute is put away where it goes and the bow and quiver are put where they belong. Then the layered studded leather barding that protects the Corgi's hide is brought back from near disaster. Finally having quickly, likely from experience, gotten the overall image back in order. Soup leads his steed over towards the confluence of people. "Hail all!". He raises his right hand, palm out, his left holding the lance aloft and ready. It's tip still shiny with dog drool. He nods towards Alaryn. "Fine Merchant." Then eyes Faranmidahn.

"Knight of the Rose! I am Sir Silsoupi Llameni. Knight of the Cockatrice, Lord Ogre Slayer, Defeater of the Black Mage of Dark Mountain. Defender of the Village of.." His speech is cut off as the Corgi turns it's head and horks, harks and finally coughs out an old sock wrapped around a piece of wood. "Mal! Decorum!"

"Good day," Seldan greets the merchant politely enough, turning his attention from the gentleman to study the silks and fabrics with interest, although the "potential customer" remark gets a side-eye. "That depends. Can you or can you tell me who might craft a magical cloak that might protect one in emergencies?"

There's been plenty of drilling. Don't giggle. Not now. Later. There's not enough face left over to have that kind of leeway. Faran affords a smile to Alaryn, "It's alright, we're... both still training." she says softly, trying not to sound amused and/or mortified. As the other Knight goes into the greetings, she eases Torrent to face him, squares herself up and draws her longblade into a flourished salute, "Hail and well met, Sir Silsoupi! I am Sir Faranmidahn Waywalker, late of the Desolation, recently raised to the Order of the Purple Rose."

Orenthal nods to Seldan, and will leave him to conduct his business with Alaryn. His exchange completed with Alaryn, he will carefully extricate himself from the situation without stepping in anything or getting too close to the giant spider-riding person.

Giving an emphatic nod to Oren, Alaryn turns to face Seldan now. "It is good that you came to me first. It saves you the trouble of having the local merchants point you my way." She grins and offers an armored curtsey before adding, "I can most definitely make such an item. In fact, it is on my standard list... the usual cost is around one thousand gold, but I make those for six hundred apiece."

Her eyes flicker over towards the greetings of the knights, and she does -not- intrude in that... again. Damnit.

There's a pause from Soup as he nestles the Lance into the particular holder that keeps it point up, as to the side loops that juts it forward. He draws out a small book, licks one finger and proceeds to flip through the pages. "Lets see, lets see. I do not think there is a standing grudge with the Knights of the Purple Rose." For it's part Malfeasance sets about sniffing anyone that comes within nose range then resumes staring at and waving his left paw at the giant spider Franmidahn rides. After a few moments of reading Soup finally closes the book with a snap and puts it away. "Hail Sir Faranmidahn. I greet you as well, there seems to be no squabble between us, let us enjoy this bright day!" Then leaning over he peers at Seldan, Orenthal and Alaryn. Hrmms and then leans back in his saddle content to let the trio finish their conversations and sales

As far as Seldan is concerned, that's not happening -right behind him-. "Very good, that is the best price I have heard thus far." He looks over the fabrics available. "Perhaps a dark blue, with Her symbol on the back?" He's wearing the crescent moon of Eluna openly on a silver chain over the shirt.

Faranmidahn bows her head and replies, "Indeed, Sir Silsoupi, and a fine day it is!" Then, very carefully, she slides her sword back into it's scabbard. She's still not comfortable doing that without looking at it. She smiles at the playfulness of the Corgi, "Your partner is very lively." she remarks fondly, reaching down to stroke the chitin under her, "I am still training Torrent, and certain things get to him." She smiles to the extricating fellow, thenlooks to Alaryn, about to remark, though she notes that the woman is deep in trade, and for the moment leaves her to it, "Have you been a knight long, sir?"

Smiling to Seldan, Alaryn nods, "I can most assuredly do that. Would you like the sigil to be in any particular color?" She asks as she reaches for what looks like a spice rack full of jars of various colors of powder. She gestures to the plethora of color options and smiles, "My own design. Powdered crystals that glow in the presence of mana."

"Many years!" Soup lies smoothly. "Such is the great role of our victories and triumphs!" The little Gnome atop his dog hard sells triumphs. "Thus we are in high demand through the Adventure Guild. Most recently a Elven manor was saved from a well filled with evil slime monsters! Undead slime monsters I believe. Very disconcerting. However as a Knight of the Cockatrice we triumph in all ways and are prepared with alchemical wonders!" The Gnomish Knight leans forward on his saddle's horn. "A great spider, how interesting. I have never seen one ridden before, very unique."

"Silver will do, if you've that." Seldan looks over the spice rack, but it doesn't take him long to find what he seeks. "A fascinating concept, really, and no doubt striking when finished. Backed with a sturdier fabric, if you please, as I travel for the Guild at times, and I've already had to repair one garment."

Nodding enthusiastically, Alaryn asks, "And would you like a fur lining for warmth on cold nights?" She asks before offering absently, "There should be plenty of fur leftover from a shedding Dire Corgi around here soon..." with a smirk to indicate it's mostly a joke. "And would you like it collared or hooded?" she adds.

Faranmidahn would take significant interest in the powder Alaryn and her customer discuss, but that has to wait. She smiles and tilts up her visor, "We've been friends for some time." she assurs the other Knight, but, "Perhaps some evening, we could dine together, Sir, I am newly raised, and would very much love to hear your exploits, and what advice you could share. So far, I have guarded caravans and the like with my father, or helped cleanse a den of raiders." Newbie stuff.

Seldan considers this question for a moment, then shakes his head, although his face lights up with his laughter at the joke. "I do not need the fur, I think," he chuckles, "but a hood would do better than a collar, I think."

"Wise choice." offers Alaryn with a wink and a knowing grin. "So... dark blue, silver trim. Silver sigil upon the back... heavier inner lining to avoid damage." She nods her head, "I'll have it in a few days. Where can I reach you to let you know it is finished? Or will you check back here at my designated stall area from time to time?" she asks Seldan before looking to the knights. "Ho there Noble Knights. Can I interest either of you in trinkets, cloth or anything else?"

"I must away! I forgot an appointment! A knight is never late!" Soup declares as he wheels Malfesance around, drifts his heels into the Corgi's sides and the two bound away. "Another time we shall share tales over a meal and a song!"

Faranmidahn watches the Knight tear off to his appointment and sighs in relief. That went very well! She looks to Alaryn with her question and smiles again, "Actually, I was curious about your mana dyes." before removing her helmet, then drawing her hood up in it's stead. She hooks the headgear on her saddlebow and gives the spider three quick knocks to cue it to ease down to the ground so she can unbuckle from the saddle and dismount, "You won't regret the choice, sir, she's very, very good!"

Seldan nods agreement with the stated choices. "I shall return with payment before evensong. I am Seldan Padaryn, and you may ask after me at either the Explorers' Guild or the Temple of the Dreamer." Elunite, then. He does look over at the halfling on the spider -- and up. "I shall remember that. I look forward to seeing the result." He pauses a little, and looks around. "Tell me, good merchant. You seem to know the locals. Are you familiar with the name Sindri?"

Her grin turning into a beaming smile, Alaryn strides forward a pace to greet Feren more closely. "Your friend has really grown up I see." she offers with a gesture towards Torrent. "And here. Examine the dyes to your heart's content." she says, offering the 'oversized for a halfling' rack to Feren before turning to regard Seldan again, "Sindri... the name sounds familiar, but I cannot recall any details." (more like the player recalls it but that's all)

Bolide has left.

"Yes! I think it's all the food we've been able to find." Faran replies as she steps closer to the stall. She looks at Mr Seldan as he asks Alaryn about 'Sindri' and, as it's not someone she's familiar with, she keeps her yap shut. She makes a few gestures, murmuring under her breath the cantrip of mending and slowly waves her hand very close to the jars without touching them to see what colors are produced, assuming her 'holding' the spell so close will do the job.

"I see." Seldan nods at that, although some disappointment is evident on the fair features. "Should you hear news of her, I would hear it as well, if you would be so kind. I shall return before evensong with your payment." Seeing that Alaryn has another customer - and that the spider is right behind her - he makes to move away down the street. "Until then, farewell."