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The merchant sits at her wide, oaken desk at the western wall of the shop, scrawling down notes, signing contacts, and all things in between on a rather slow paced day of marketeering. It has been quiet in the Forge recently, only the sound of the crackling hearth and the constant sound of the large white quill could be heard. However, an abrupt series of shouts breaks the silent block and Erin walks over to the receiving window greeting Wynncraftians as they pass by.

Rubbing her eyes, the Smith stands in disbelief at the sight in front of her; the young blacksmith of the Red Iron Forge posturing towards the shop in an effort to attract more business. Soon, a smile tugged onto the corners of the marketeers lips before she went back to her desk, silently thanking the fair-haired adventurer for the kind act.

(Don't feel the need to reply :) )

 

@ErinLaSavage am I able to pick up the waves raiser now my sleep cycle is kind of messed up so its hard for me to catch you online.

 

Whilst restocking the small wall shelves holding an assortment of powders, the Smith turns to glance at the large iron in-laid doors of the Forge as a dagger-seeking adventurer steps into the shop's homely interior. Chuckling a bit at the thought of potential business, Erin stands back for a bit to allow the visitor viewing time while she continued on with her work.

Not long after, however; the Steve-ian attired individual makes their way over to the shopkeeper with a certain obsidian-hewn weapon in hand.

"Lo, adventurer. What brings you here?"

The merchant smiled at the guest while listening to their inquiry. Quickly, she nodded her head, smile widening in the process.

"Ah, yes the Black is still held in stock. Would you be interested in purchasing it?"

Setting down a powder bag, the Smith then turned her full attention to the adventurer as she patiently awaited a reply.

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The Smith whistled as she polished a few wares splayed out around her as she leisured by the set of comfortable chairs next to the burning hearth. However, she is soon approached by a returning customer inquirying about a certain ware promised to them at an earlier time, and the shopkeeper checks her timepiece with a small frown pulling at her features.

"Unfortunately, I do not believe the Waves Raiser would be available for pick-up at the moment. However, it surely will by tomorrow."

Placing a gleaming iron-crafted helmet on the table beside her, she then pulls out a small notepad and casts her gaze back over to the Stag-ian adventurer.

"May I know your name (IGN), however? It would be a whole lot easier to meet if I could pin-point you at an hour of vacancy."

 

Nodding the shopkeeper then penned the name down before shooting them another smile. Tucking the notepad away again, Erin crossed a leg over the other as she layed the piece of linen cloth for ware-polishing atop the table where the iron helm was placed.

"Alright, I will be sure to contact you if we are ever faring in Wynn at similar times. But until then, have yourself a fine day/evening!"

 

I'll buy the Fissure

 

The Smith moved about the shop in a reorganization frenzy, thinking believing the decor to be needing a more contemporary-ish air to them. Though, just as she sets an intricately sewn shaded lamp down onto a different table, one of the adventurers roaming through the aisles of the fine ancient-Nemractian shelves stocked with wares walks over to Erin with a heavy-looking hammer in hand. With a curious tilt to her head, a kind smile then edges across the merchant's lips while she speaks.

"Hullo there, traveller. How may I assist you today?"

After patiently listening to their inquiry, she nods one they finish.

"I will happily equip you with the item! However, I'd like to finish up this sort of renovation going on at the moment. Would a meeting tomorrow suffice?"

 

I could get on in 9 hours

 

Taking note of the statement, the merchant then nodded. She was grateful for the rather convenient time-- as those were, in fact, the times she was most active in the lands of Wynn.

"I will be around Wynn then. So, until that encounter, enjoy your day/evening."

 

Is the Return to Ether (10LE) still in stock? If so, I'd like to buy it.
I can be on at any time today (anywhere from now and about 8 hours)
IGN: Snowyflares

 

Ill steal your earth and water powders

I’m on now, detlas your world

 

Erin walked around the warm-wooded shop, attending to each and every visitor scattered about the vicinity. Eventually, after almost tripping over a knocked down ware: doing by some previous guest, she made her way over to the Snow-ridden adventurer admiring a thundering bow with many stars surrounding it.

"Hullo there. Have you found anything that peaks your interest?

Gesturing towards the bow, the adventurer the detail their interest in the item, and the Smith nodded. That bow has hung on Forge shelves almost since the beginning of its advent. It's about time it went into the hands of a different owner.

"Ah, yes. I will gladly equip you with the Return to Ether. Be warned, however, it is known to teleport out of the blue at times. Though I'm sure an adventurer with the repertoire such as yourself could handle this fine weapon!"

(Messaging you on the Wynn network right now.)

 

Leaning against a tall log beam as she polishes the brass-made pair of goggles in hand, the Smith pauses to look outside the window to her right. It was another beautiful Wynncraftian day-- despite being rather cold this evening. Though, before she could slip into a further state of admiration a Derpian-faced adventurer stood before her with an inquiry. Politely listening, Erin eventually nodded once he finished.

"Of course. Would you be able to meet tomorrow for the trade however?"

 

A lightly bruised mage came into the Forge late one night carrying a beautiful staff. He was mumbling something about not being able to use it yet.

"What kind of armor can you supply that can increase my level faster?"

 

The merchant reclined leisurely in the plushness of her desk chair when the adventuring mage she had encountered a number of times over entered the bright shop interior. Quickly, the ruggish-traveller gave their inquiry while Erin shot them a kind smile. However, as she glanced over at the armaments placed carefully along the ancient shelves, the smile faltered into a small frown.

"Unfortunately, I do not believe the Forge carries such experience-enhancing armaments. However, if we ever get any in stock, I would be glad to equip you with them."

Already, the Smith was planning a venture in which to obtain the items her shop so notably lacked.

 

Are you still selling black horse?

 

Erin walked back into the shop after accompanying a visitor out the heavy hickory doors, this time, she was approached by an scale-headed traveller holding a rather old piece horse selling flyer the merchant had nailed to the bulletin long ago. Cocking her head to the side, the shopkeeper then proceeded to listen to the adventurer before shaking her head sadly.

"Unfortunately, the Forge no longer holds Black Horses for sale. However, that may change in future tidings, so I encourage you to check back here on the morrow or sometime this week."

Flashing them a smile to compensate, Erin then tucked a piece of linen cloth in hand into a pocket as she nodded.

 

Are you online rn?

 

With a java mug in hand, the pin-stripe attired marketeer pens down a series of letters at her large oaken desk. However, as a Crowic adventurer approaches the workspace, Erin looks up with a smile.

"Hullo there. I see you have returned. Though unfortunately, I did not encounter you in Wynn after those nine hours. So would another scheduled meeting tomorrow suffice?"

 

“talking”

yea