(Archive) Dyes

Clan Barazin Gate
Two hundred and fifty yards long, this hall ends in two great arches. One leads down into the Clan Main Hall, the other meets a rather intimidating barbican, staffed by what might be considered an exorbitant number of armed guards. Rising sheer from the smooth black floor to a height of fifty feet is the front gatehouse of Clan Barazin, the miners of Erebor. The only openings one can see are a number of arrow loops about twenty feet up, and a strong, but rather wide steel gate, normaly kept open. There is no way around the gatehouse, and no way through if you're unwelcome.

Eirdis walks along beside Ranol, conversing amicably. She smooths her skirts, needing to do something with her hands. "Well, I'm just happy that, with any luck, Siv's falsehoods will stop. It isn't right, what she said about you."

Siv....somehow that name carries through this busy hall, coming to the ears of the one to whom it will matter most: Siv looks up from hurrying through and minding her own business...sets her mouth and then walks very briskly toward Eirdis and Ranol.
Traders close for lunch, covering tables, pulling curtains. The more careful among them putting precious stones away. A name rings through the hall which makes Hildis raise her head from her work in her father's booth. She watches Siv trot by and looks in the direction she is going and spies Ranol and Eirdis.

"Don't worry so much about it, Eirdis. It will all get sorted out. Thari is the one that we need to be thinking about. She stands the most to lose if this doesn't get resolved favorably." Ranol is walking with Eirdis towards the Mazarbul halls, though as they draw near his pace is slowing. He has no need to walk with her further.

Eirdis nods and frowns a bit. "Aye, that's true... Well, it was nice walking with you, Ranol. I should be off, now, I have herbs to sort and gather, and I have a couple letters to write." She smiles and gently pats his hand. "Thank you for accompanying me to the meeting. I was a sight... Perhaps, if I'm not being too bold, you might stop by for coffee?" She doesn't wait for a reply, and trundles off with a rustle of emerald skirts.

As suddenly as she veered toward Ranol, Siv now starts to turn the other way, perhaps changing her mind about talking to the dwarf. She looks around the hall, stopped and making other dwarves walk around her, muttering in their haste.
You paged Ranol with 'I think this RP would challenge her and she would avoid that. But yeah, I have played with two players and maybe more with serious psych problems.'.

Hildis watches with interest, especially as she has begun to know the dwarves in the little dance that unfolds before her. Her eyes linger on Ranol and she looks away and once again follows him with her eyes.

"Aye, Eirdis.. It was my duty to find you." Ranol is caught off-guard at the invite, and before he can sort out a polite reply the herbalist is gone. He watches her hurry off, then Siv's little whirlwind of motion draws his attention. He looks her way and frowns, but of course does nothing to call to her or persue a forbidden conversation with the Zinbar.

"Ah...Hildis," Siv then says, happy to have something to divert her attention from Ranol. "How are you? Did you speak with our traders about your dyes?"
Ranol pages: I have seen quite a few. (psych problem players) They wear me out and it's a game that I'm supposed to enjoy.. so.. I try not to get involved with it anymore.
You paged Ranol with 'Heartily seconds that!'.

The trader holds her beard against her breast so it does not brush the merchandise and dips her head to Siv.

"Ah, Siv well met. I did. Our supplies our low but I have two reds that might interest you, very intense and fast. And how do you fair today?"

Ranol watches Siv for a moment, when she moves to go speak with.. is that -Hildis-?! The huskarl's frown deepens. He stands uncertain, not sure if he wants to approach or not. He has no reason to other than wanting to chase Siv away from his new friend. But then, what right does he have to control who Hildis is friends with. A conundrum!

"Oh...." Siv seems intrigued by Hildis's offer. "Reds? Will it work on leather? Can I see it?" She moves a little to her left to get a better view of the wares should Hildis set them out--and that gives her a glimpse of Ranol again, of all people. Siv frowns, but then persists. "Good afternoon."

Her eyes catch a glimpse of the Huskarl and slide away, she does not offer a greeting and behind the stand stamps a foot to resist the little dance of running away that is her habit now with him.

 "Now, I happen to have them here." She pulls out two pouches, leather treated to resist water and stain from the looks of them and carefully loosens the drawstrings. "We carry dye for the chandler's and these new dyes (my suggestion) for leather as well as cloth. They are deep and true and resist fading."

Ranol's face hardens at Siv's greeting and he shakes his head once. Rather suddenly the huskarl makes a decision. He turns and heads for the great staircase, heading off to the training rooms. What better place to work out some frustrations?

"Well! That's what I get for trying to bring some civility to this nasty feud!" Siv sniffs, turnign back to Hildis. "How much? I love that shade of red."

The huskarl's reaction provokes a frown from Hildis. She presses her lips together and tries to get on with the business at hand but glances at his retreating back.

 A trader's daughter at heart she keeps her voice friendly and neutral. "We could make a trade for hides. My brother wants new work clothes for working the stone. Enough to make a set and one gold, "she says looking at Siv, worry or doubt about her role in recent events do not completely erase a serious set to her face.

Siv frowns, jealously eyeing those dyes. "I can't trade you all that tanned leather for just these mere dyes. Elven or not...why,that much leather would probably cost 2 gold florins!" The price is outrageous.

Hildis nods in real sympapthy, "We do not make much of a profit on them. They are rare and beautiful and the ones in Rivendell drive a hard bargain. This" she hefts a bag in one hand is enough to dye 40 florin of leather in my estimation." She pauses letting Siv look at the weight of the dye she holds in her hand and then offers it to her. "perhaps we could take more in trade?" (re-pose for correction)

Still the dyes draw Siv's eyes. "You mean you could give me more in trade? We've not _that_ much call for red dye. It's just for my own personal use. I'll trade you the dyes for the leather you want, plus a silver dime." Droppign her price considerably.

Kindly the trader says, "I could give you a quarter of this for a silver dime and the set of clothes, if you like?"

Siv shakes her head. "Half and you have a deal."

Sadly shaking her head Hildis puts the bag back down with the other. "Ah, I wish I could do that. I can see you really like your craft and know beauty when you see it. One half for a quarter florin and my father would most likely shave me when he finds out."

Siv sighs once more. "I understand of course, but the leather is too dear to let go at that price. Lovely dyes, though, Hildis," she continues. "Perhaps in the future we can make a different sort of agreement."

"I hope that we will be able to in the future. Your leather is lovely and so is this dye. They seemed destined for each other to me." She nods once deeply to aacknowledge the end of the exchange. "may I ask you something?"

"Certainly," Siv smiles, stopping to turn back to Hildis even as she's about to head away. "How can I help you."
You paged Ranol with 'Deliberate to separate it out from the other drek. I have not set up extra windows.'.

"What was upsetting the Huskarl?" she asks, her voice pitched low. Unconsciously she takes a look around to make sure that noone heard her ask after him.

Siv's eyes widen. "You haven't heard, then? Clan Bundazanul and Zinbar are in a feud. All because Thari apparently thinks I am spreading lies about her, as I said before--but you know this from our talk the other day, no?" She speaks in a whisper. "He's not allowed to talk to anyone from Zinbar, but I think it's a load of pony manure! Imagine...folks not talking. Something about my Thane's associates insulting his Thane...men..." She rolls her eyes.

Hildis sighs, " I did but I did not put it all together till just now. Excuse me for intruding on what is surely none of my affair. I hope that your respective clans find an honorable agreement." She bows almost formally at the end of that. "Food awaits me and my mother likes us all to table when we are home. So excuse me."

"Certainly," Siv smiles. "It's a pleasure to speak with you...and I'll think about how we might arrange a trade for the dyes that is fair on all sides. Good day." She turns, still smiling, and heads off again.