"You know," you say thoughtfully as Diana pulls you along the cobbled main street of the city, "Skingrad always sounded kinda dirty to me."
"And why did you think you just had to share that piece of information with us?" Morlia could not be more flatly irritated with you if she tried. She looks at you with the kind of deadpan expression that stand up comics wish they could imitate. You shrug.
"It starts a conversation." You offer and Morlia snorts in disgust. "Don't like vague lewdness?" She did basically run away the last time you mentioned such things.
"S-Shut up!" She folds her arms, puts her nose in the air and storms ahead of Diana so the three of you form a kind of human chain. Diana hides her laughter at Morlia's embarrassment in her shirt collar now that her hands are both occupied. You think you can just about see Morlia blushing.
"So what stuff do you think we should be selling Fast, Morlia?" Diana asks, big adorable smile on her face complete with dimples. The poor shopkeepers in this town are so doomed it's not even funny. You consider the loot you got from the ruin, there's plenty there that won't be useful even in the long term.
"I've been thinking we have a lot of fire spells already so that scroll of burning grasp isn't going to be
that useful to us. The ring and soul gem shards are essentially useless to us, the welkynd stone is dead weight too and the amulet of Stendarr probably wouldn't help me so unless one of you two...?" Morlia and Diana shake their heads, you hadn't expected either to be a devotee of Stendarr anyway.
"Oh and that dagger, the enchantment's kinda specific and a little weak so...."
"Even if you don't want it, I do." Morlia says shortly. You... can't really argue with her wanting a weapon and an enchanted dagger is better than a plain one. Diana nods in agreement to the plan and five minutes later the three of you are entering a shop. The sign over the door says it's 'Jean's General Goods' with a tagline under it. 'Generous, Gracious Service or Your Money Back!'
You'll be holding them to that.
As you walk in you see a young man with dark red hair hurrying behind the counter. Looks like you almost caught the shopkeeper on his lunch break or something. Catching sight of you properly the man gives the three of you a charming smile. Really his teeth should be catching the light and sparkling, audible gleam and everything.
You move around the shelves, taking a look at the stock available in the alchemy area. Being able to make decent healing potions as opposed to buying them would convenient and drain your low money supplies less.
Diana, with the pack of sell able loot in her arms, bounds her way up to the counter, that charming, adorable beaming smile on her face once more. "Good morning, I'd like to sell some items." She says brightly, Morlia is pretending to be interested in the leather armour displayed a few feet from the counter. That's good she could use some more protection than she has. Both girls could really now you come to think of it. You can't expect to tank every hit for them after all.
"Uh huh, lemme see what you've got." The man says, charming smile still in place. Diana hesitates a moment before laying out what the three of you decided to sell and turning her smile up to eleven. The shopkeeper looks totally unaffected by her adorable face and glances over the items once.
"Forty-nine septims, best I can do." The shop keeper says and reaches under the counter for his strongbox.
"But the-"
"Look it's not my name on the sign so I gotta do what the boss says." He sighs dramatically. "So... forty nine?" He asks offering the money again. Reluctantly Diana takes it. Even you have to admit it wasn't exactly the greatest loot ever.... The counter boy scoops the items under the counter. "Anything else you folks want?" He asks politely.
You pick up a pestle, mortar and alembic delicately. "Yeah, how much are..."
SLAM!
You're interrupted by the door you just walked through rattling off the stone wall. An older man stands in the frame, he's wearing a pale tunic with equally pale leggings under it and there's a short stave in his hand, pointed at the red haired man behind the counter.
"THIEF!" The older man shouts. "Someone get the guard!" The young man behind the counter flashes a wicked grin and snatches a small sack from under the counter. The sack jingles as he sprints out the back of the shop.
[ ] Pursue the thief?
-[ ] With anyone?
[ ] Don't pursue the thief?
-[ ] What do you do instead?
Well that's unfortunate. Also, random event interrupt!
