Forty fourth of Z'ida, a little after midday.
Roland had procured more heavy clothing because, of course, as Z'ida progressed, the weather just got shittier. What used to be mere stinging wind and obscuring snow had become a literal swarm of stinging ice hornets, blasting in every direction to any who might be dumb enough to wander around outside. Today, it would be Roland who was that dumb. He had actually thought that he might peruse the town hall of Almund and try to delve into some of the secrets that the era of the Pirate Lords held. That was before he had realized how ridiculous the weather was. He had chosen, instead, to wander into the relative safety of the Bazaar. With the hideous weather, at least there were tents and tarps strung to provide some kind of escape from the elements.
Once inside, he took to seeking out a merchant of woolen items, looking for a pair of black wool pants to match his coat. Fashion was nice, but being warm and not in white in the middle of the occasional blizzard was even nicer. it took some browsing, but he eventually found a pair that looked like it was close to his size, though it might have to be taken in a bit. Greeting the seller, he explained his needs and didn't haggle much, other than asking for the alterations on the spot for the full payment in golden nels, as opposed to the deposit he had initially mentioned. "I'll just put them on now, over my linen pants." With a shrug, the man measured Roland and set to sewing. While he waited, he perused some jewelry nearby, looking at a few rings being offered. Removing his glove, he looked at the sliver ring that he slid on to his right hand. "That's new, just came in!" An old woman offered, her eyes squinting at the ring, never leaving its location. Roland chuckled, looking on the inside and placing it back on the stand. "How did you know my name was Jenny and to dedicate it to me then?" He touched his temple and then his lips in a hush pose, smiling and returning to the clothing.
All was satisfactory and he slid the wool pants on over his own pants, providing a snug and warm fit. After paying the man, Roland made his way back out in to the ice storm, better prepared. It took all of a few bits of being blasted by high winds and ice that he decided to go into the first place that looked open. He found himself inside O'Rourke's, a place known for its oddities. Stepping inside and shaking the cold off, he stepped up to the bar, an odd cat eyeing him from the surface of it, as if to take his order. He looked at the cat and gave it a little nod, turning to a younger man behind the bar. "Good day, young man." Roland's finger perused the menu as he wordlessly counted and added. "Let's have three meat pies, three flagons of Mad Cat and a bottle of brandy with three glasses." the young man's eyes widened, surprised to have a spender on such a piss poor day. "Right away, Sir! Expecting guests, I take it?" The broker made his way down the bar, making sure to avoid the cat as he did so, removing his leather gloves and placing them in his pockets. "I am, yes. They will be along shortly. You will know them when you see them."
Roland made his way to a table where a cheerful, dark skinned woman was already pulling the table closer to the hearth at some unseen request. Scooting himself in, he faced himself toward the door. He had no expectations. Whoever made their way into the bar would be his guests. He just hoped they were people of note. One could never tell.
Once inside, he took to seeking out a merchant of woolen items, looking for a pair of black wool pants to match his coat. Fashion was nice, but being warm and not in white in the middle of the occasional blizzard was even nicer. it took some browsing, but he eventually found a pair that looked like it was close to his size, though it might have to be taken in a bit. Greeting the seller, he explained his needs and didn't haggle much, other than asking for the alterations on the spot for the full payment in golden nels, as opposed to the deposit he had initially mentioned. "I'll just put them on now, over my linen pants." With a shrug, the man measured Roland and set to sewing. While he waited, he perused some jewelry nearby, looking at a few rings being offered. Removing his glove, he looked at the sliver ring that he slid on to his right hand. "That's new, just came in!" An old woman offered, her eyes squinting at the ring, never leaving its location. Roland chuckled, looking on the inside and placing it back on the stand. "How did you know my name was Jenny and to dedicate it to me then?" He touched his temple and then his lips in a hush pose, smiling and returning to the clothing.
All was satisfactory and he slid the wool pants on over his own pants, providing a snug and warm fit. After paying the man, Roland made his way back out in to the ice storm, better prepared. It took all of a few bits of being blasted by high winds and ice that he decided to go into the first place that looked open. He found himself inside O'Rourke's, a place known for its oddities. Stepping inside and shaking the cold off, he stepped up to the bar, an odd cat eyeing him from the surface of it, as if to take his order. He looked at the cat and gave it a little nod, turning to a younger man behind the bar. "Good day, young man." Roland's finger perused the menu as he wordlessly counted and added. "Let's have three meat pies, three flagons of Mad Cat and a bottle of brandy with three glasses." the young man's eyes widened, surprised to have a spender on such a piss poor day. "Right away, Sir! Expecting guests, I take it?" The broker made his way down the bar, making sure to avoid the cat as he did so, removing his leather gloves and placing them in his pockets. "I am, yes. They will be along shortly. You will know them when you see them."
Roland made his way to a table where a cheerful, dark skinned woman was already pulling the table closer to the hearth at some unseen request. Scooting himself in, he faced himself toward the door. He had no expectations. Whoever made their way into the bar would be his guests. He just hoped they were people of note. One could never tell.
Ledger
Large size Black Wool Pants - 13 GN, 2 SN
Three Meat Pies - 3 SN, 4 CN
Three Flagons of Mad Cat - 4 GN, 5 SN
Bottle of Brandy - 20 GN
Total - 40 GN, 7 SN, 4 CN
Three Meat Pies - 3 SN, 4 CN
Three Flagons of Mad Cat - 4 GN, 5 SN
Bottle of Brandy - 20 GN
Total - 40 GN, 7 SN, 4 CN
