He rolled off of the bed and made a great show of stretching before pouring two goblets of wine and holding one out to her. “Have a drink, you look like shit.” He paused for a moment. “Frozen shit.”
“And it’s a high point of my life to see you, too.” She said but still she accepted the drink, sniffing it cautiously before taking a sip.
Enthir couldn’t help but grin. “Are you expecting me to poison one of my best sources?”
“No, just making sure it wasn’t mead,” Hedvani said and held out the long bundle to him. “Here.”
“Ah, my staff. I trust retrieving it wasn’t too much trouble?” Enthir took the bundle and went to set it beside a closet.
She ignored the sly comment and merely said “Inspect it.”
“That’s alright. I trust you.”
“That’s as maybe but I don’t want to find myself caught up in one of your little deals when you come back to me in a day or so and tell me something’s missing.” Hedvani’s voice was stern and she didn’t take her gleaming, red eyes from him when he merely shrugged and began to unwrap the thin leather.
Enthir ran his slender fingers over the wood and metal of the staff, examining it closely and even going as far as attempting to pry one of the gems from the head piece. It had been used recently and there was that tell-tale feeling of lightness, of insubstantiality, that came with a weapon that required recharging but it was sound and whole. He flashed her a thin smile and re-wrapped the staff. “Seems good to me. Or do you want that in writing?”
“You can write?” She feigned surprise. “Just give me Onmund’s amulet and that will be an end to it.”
He fished in a pouch and tossed the amulet to her, watching the silver glint as she turned it over in her hand. “Don’t trust me?”
“On the contrary,” she said as she slipped the piece into her own pouch. “I trust you implicitly to be the slyest, most self-serving thing ever to have slithered out of Valenwood. In that way you’re the most honest Mer I’ve met.”
“I’m touched. Now was there anything else you needed or did you just want to make me blush?”
The Dunmer woman slid into a chair near the small table and sat down before taking another sip of her wine. “Actually, there is.”
They spent the next hour going through the various treasures she had accumulated on her travels. Mainly jewellery, a nice little pair of swords with quality fire enchantments and some particularly hard to inscribe scrolls that he could make a good return on. In turn she dealt for some of his less savoury alchemical ingredients, a book or two that wasn’t ever going to reach Urag and a good pile of coins.
The bottle of wine slowly emptied and he found himself enjoying their back and forth. Generally he found haggling with his customers to be a royal pain in the arse. He either got some apprentice folding at the first offer, which was fine for his coin purse but boring. Or some puffed up idiot who asked for the moon in exchange for little more than rubbish and had to have rules of the marketplace not-so-subtly explained to them. But Hedvani knew her wares, knew the risks acquiring them and after a little dance, a little manoeuvring and perhaps a little flirting, could come to an arrangement that didn’t leave them both seething. That and she was a damn sight better to look at than most of his customers.
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Date: 2012-11-18 10:57 pm (UTC)“And it’s a high point of my life to see you, too.” She said but still she accepted the drink, sniffing it cautiously before taking a sip.
Enthir couldn’t help but grin. “Are you expecting me to poison one of my best sources?”
“No, just making sure it wasn’t mead,” Hedvani said and held out the long bundle to him. “Here.”
“Ah, my staff. I trust retrieving it wasn’t too much trouble?” Enthir took the bundle and went to set it beside a closet.
She ignored the sly comment and merely said “Inspect it.”
“That’s alright. I trust you.”
“That’s as maybe but I don’t want to find myself caught up in one of your little deals when you come back to me in a day or so and tell me something’s missing.” Hedvani’s voice was stern and she didn’t take her gleaming, red eyes from him when he merely shrugged and began to unwrap the thin leather.
Enthir ran his slender fingers over the wood and metal of the staff, examining it closely and even going as far as attempting to pry one of the gems from the head piece. It had been used recently and there was that tell-tale feeling of lightness, of insubstantiality, that came with a weapon that required recharging but it was sound and whole. He flashed her a thin smile and re-wrapped the staff. “Seems good to me. Or do you want that in writing?”
“You can write?” She feigned surprise. “Just give me Onmund’s amulet and that will be an end to it.”
He fished in a pouch and tossed the amulet to her, watching the silver glint as she turned it over in her hand. “Don’t trust me?”
“On the contrary,” she said as she slipped the piece into her own pouch. “I trust you implicitly to be the slyest, most self-serving thing ever to have slithered out of Valenwood. In that way you’re the most honest Mer I’ve met.”
“I’m touched. Now was there anything else you needed or did you just want to make me blush?”
The Dunmer woman slid into a chair near the small table and sat down before taking another sip of her wine. “Actually, there is.”
They spent the next hour going through the various treasures she had accumulated on her travels. Mainly jewellery, a nice little pair of swords with quality fire enchantments and some particularly hard to inscribe scrolls that he could make a good return on. In turn she dealt for some of his less savoury alchemical ingredients, a book or two that wasn’t ever going to reach Urag and a good pile of coins.
The bottle of wine slowly emptied and he found himself enjoying their back and forth. Generally he found haggling with his customers to be a royal pain in the arse. He either got some apprentice folding at the first offer, which was fine for his coin purse but boring. Or some puffed up idiot who asked for the moon in exchange for little more than rubbish and had to have rules of the marketplace not-so-subtly explained to them. But Hedvani knew her wares, knew the risks acquiring them and after a little dance, a little manoeuvring and perhaps a little flirting, could come to an arrangement that didn’t leave them both seething. That and she was a damn sight better to look at than most of his customers.