Illuminated regrets

[Anastasia]

"I...I'll go do that. You keep shopping," Emily says quickly, parting away. "We'll meet up later!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"We need the diamond first."

[Anastasia]

But alas, Emily's already hurried off. Ianvasah frowns, "Yet, Waukeen has not directly taken action against her for it."

[Iron Dragoon]

"'Auntie' Waukeen. I doubt Waukeen has an real hopes of getting a replacement. I think it's more an object lesson and something to hang over her head. She'll be satisfied when she gets the value of it, I think. In any case, her hunt for lost relics might lead us to other relics that will be useful or valuable."

Alyssa winks at Ianvasah as she heads to the counter to pay. While also continuing to look for anything else interesting, of course.

[Anastasia]

The old man at the counter is hairy - a massive beard to his stomach, wild long hair just as long and two bright purple eyes staring at you. "Good choices, good choices," he says, as...

Post the expenses in loot. That does get the 10% discount, so factor that in.

[Iron Dragoon]

I'll math it up at home.

"Would you happen to be able to point me to a good gem merchant?"

[Anastasia]

"Mabarne," Is the answer you get, "On Dividends Paid Avenue. Tell him Cen sent you."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods.

"Thank you... I don't suppose you have a stock of the really good stuff hidden in the back, do you?"

Alyssa smiles at him and gives her hip a bounce to jingle her money pouch.

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah's expression turns darker as she watches the man watch you. "Well..." he says slowly, "What are you in the market for?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Nothing terribly specific. Maybe something from a creature that has a balance of law and chaos in it? Beyond that, let's see what catches my fancy?"

[Anastasia]

"I got something special," he says, "Stay here, I'll be right back."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa glances at Ianvasah and pokes her in the ribs.

"What's the dark face for?"

[Anastasia]

"He reminds me of someone," Ianvasah scowls, "Someone extraordinarily unpleasant."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Oh? Perhaps a brother. Do you have a name to go with this distaste?"

[Anastasia]

"Yaford," Ianvasah says, as the old man comes back. He carries a silk-covered object out in both hands, "Now this is worth some money," he declares.