Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 30, 2018 22:45:13 GMT 1
Cutting the Cord - Deception (Disguise): 5d6k4 21
Lady Fenri strode through the marketplace confidently, her stride nearly imperceptibly slowed by a tiny hitch in her right leg, the sole reminder of a childhood riding accident.
Not that anyone cared about her name, or her history. The only ones who cared at all were the merchants, who only cared if she wanted to spend coin on their wonderful goods. She didn't even spare them a look. She knew what she wanted.
Before too long, she found the stall she wanted, selling fabrics. The woman behind the stall, older, and flint-eyed, looked at her, without recognition. No surprise, they'd never met before. "How may I help you, m'lady?" she asks, in a pleasant tone.
"I have a list." Lady Fenri hands it over. "I need it this afternoon." She speaks with a very faint trace of a Northern accent.
The merchant looks at the list. Then frowns at the list, and looks at Lady Fenri again. She sees the handsign the lady is making, hidden from the rest of the marketplace by her body, and *that* she recognises, though she's able to restrain her reaction to the awaited sign to a slight gasp. "I, uh. Yes, m'lady, we can do that, certainly."
Lady Fenri reaches into her cloak, and pulls out a small coinpurse, which she lays on the counter. "This will cover it. I will return this afternoon. Good day." And she turns, and leaves.
Cutting the Cord - Knowledge (Streetwise) - Cordwayners - TN12: 5d6k3 13 1 DoS
***
Later that day, Lady Fenri returns to the stall. The merchant sees her arrive, and hefts a small basket containing a mix of fabrics onto the counter. "Your order, m'lady. Just as asked."
"We will see." Lady Fenri responds. She then goes through the small pile of fabrics, checking their colour, and testing their softness with her fingers, and while she does so, confirming that there is indeed a piece of paper with the information she wanted hidden within the fabric folds.
Finally, she turns back to the merchant. "You have done well. Expect more business. Good day." And she turns, and leaves, taking the basket of fabrics with her.
Lady Fenri strode through the marketplace confidently, her stride nearly imperceptibly slowed by a tiny hitch in her right leg, the sole reminder of a childhood riding accident.
Not that anyone cared about her name, or her history. The only ones who cared at all were the merchants, who only cared if she wanted to spend coin on their wonderful goods. She didn't even spare them a look. She knew what she wanted.
Before too long, she found the stall she wanted, selling fabrics. The woman behind the stall, older, and flint-eyed, looked at her, without recognition. No surprise, they'd never met before. "How may I help you, m'lady?" she asks, in a pleasant tone.
"I have a list." Lady Fenri hands it over. "I need it this afternoon." She speaks with a very faint trace of a Northern accent.
The merchant looks at the list. Then frowns at the list, and looks at Lady Fenri again. She sees the handsign the lady is making, hidden from the rest of the marketplace by her body, and *that* she recognises, though she's able to restrain her reaction to the awaited sign to a slight gasp. "I, uh. Yes, m'lady, we can do that, certainly."
Lady Fenri reaches into her cloak, and pulls out a small coinpurse, which she lays on the counter. "This will cover it. I will return this afternoon. Good day." And she turns, and leaves.
Cutting the Cord - Knowledge (Streetwise) - Cordwayners - TN12: 5d6k3 13 1 DoS
***
Later that day, Lady Fenri returns to the stall. The merchant sees her arrive, and hefts a small basket containing a mix of fabrics onto the counter. "Your order, m'lady. Just as asked."
"We will see." Lady Fenri responds. She then goes through the small pile of fabrics, checking their colour, and testing their softness with her fingers, and while she does so, confirming that there is indeed a piece of paper with the information she wanted hidden within the fabric folds.
Finally, she turns back to the merchant. "You have done well. Expect more business. Good day." And she turns, and leaves, taking the basket of fabrics with her.