OOC:
Quote:
Originally posted by SecretMaster:
"I am faced with a grave situation. We have little men, little supplies, and no defenses. If we continue this way, our town will be a lost cause.
|
Aw, you've broken Timoj's heart with those words.
There's nothing wrong with little men [img]tongue.gif[/img]
IC:
"Yessir!", Andy nods vigorously. He and Brand had swapped tasks as his hands had started hurting from kneeding the dough.
"Three loaves is three times twentyfive silvers sir. So that's six gold for all of it together sir."
The boy puts three loafs on the counter.
"Would you like to buy them? They're the perfect rye bread, master Timoj says, but Andy and me, we don't really like it because it's too bitter. We had a mug of ale once, and that tasted just like it, and I didn't like it much myself, but I didn't tell Andy, nossir. We drank it all and were sick all the next day. Not that I think the innkeeper sells bad stuff of course sir.
The inn's just down the street, but you can just draw water from the well and that's nice on a warm day too."
Brand comes walking into the store carrying armsful of a lighter bread.
"Master Timoj also bakes different loafs, if you don't like the bitter taste," Andy goes on. "Brand just finished ones that are almost whole meals. What's in it again Bran?"
Brand shoots his friend a baleful stare.
"Peppers and meat," he tells the caravan people.
"Peppers and meat", Andy repeats, ignoring Brands withering look.
"Cures any appetite at just thirty silvers a loaf. And the well's just outside if it's too much for you. We once fed a bit to a rat, not in the bakery, we have no rats here, but he panicked and ran around for a long time before he shot down a hole. That was funny.
So what'll it be?"