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The young elf in question stood aside a large cart of ingenious craft, alongside him a giant of a woman with certain brawn. Their business partner, a sailor, moved away eyeing a bag of gold.
"Why'd you call him meathead?" asked the tall woman with a quizzical look.
"Because he is!" the elf replied with a wry smile, "Now, Northella! If you would also perform your duties..."
"Sigh... yes, boss..." the woman pulled a sign from the cart and slung an attached rope around her neck. She was playing as the advertisement this time. "Please come down to West's Curiosities! You're sure to be amazed by what you find inside!"
The elf spun on his heel and flipped a sign over the door to "OPEN," then opened the cart door and went inside. Immediately his eyes were met with a plethora of strange and unusual merchandise. There was enough floor space for someone to walk around to gaze at all of the little trinkets. The legal merch that any adventurer would find at any other place was on display, while the, ah, more illicit goodies were stashed away just behind his small, cramped counter.
Those who knew who he was would surely flock to this place to strike a deal with some shady deals.
"Fuhohoho... I wonder what I'll be able to sell today~."
Humming to himself as he meandered through the docks, casually tapping his weapon side to side. Though it looked more like a farming tool than a weapon. A nice morning to be in Cyrkensia, thought the wandering author. Every so often he would stop and look off to the ocean, as if trying to glean some sort of information from it.
Turning away from the ocean, he went back through the docks, turning his body to the left and right but not stopping his forward momentum. He was looking for a shop to stock up on supplies to move to the next town. Thankfully he did not need much, he managed to avoid plenty of fights so far it seemed.
When he found a shop that caught his eye, Oliver turned toward the large woman and made his way in where he found an elf no less, and one who seemed better dressed and not opposed to being seen as the other he had met. Elf ninjas and elf butlers seemed to have a lot of different disciplines it seemed.
"Allo! Was wondering if you might be able to help me mate. I'm looking for long-lasting rations and supplies."
The small bell on the door made a small tinkling sound as the fellow wandered inside. The merchant was already seated behind the counter with his hands clasped together.
"Welcome to West's Curiosities!" he exclaimed with a wide smile, "You need look no further for supplies, I have enough vulneraries and concoctions to last a village!" He lifted his hand toward his right, "You may find our medical supplies on this side of the shop. You'll find rations there, too!" His other hand motioned to his left, "We also have weapons and accessories for you to try on your right! Restrictions apply to your discipline, of course." Lastly, he leaned on the counter, "I also have merch that you may not find anywhere else! Just let me know what you seek, and I JUST might have it." oliver
Walking on into the shop, Oliver looked around, moving through little square display cases as he approached the counter. The woman outside had shown him in and now he was being greeted by a rather persnickety yet cheerful elf.
"West's Curiosities? That anything like East's Nick knacks?" He teased the elf while resting his oddly shaped weapon against the counter. Listening to what was offered, Oliver spoke to the butler, "Merchandise I won't find anywhere else? I'm from Old Haven myself, so it'd be hard to surprise me with merchandise." He challenged the butler, leaning forward on the counter with a sly grin and eager look in his eyes.
"Hoho, well, East is dead!" the elf laughed, "A shame, really. I didn't like him so much, but that's a story for another day!" He slapped his hands together at the man's quip, "Well, well, I have a lot of connections in Old Haven, my good sir! What a terribly excellent coincidence!" He pulled himself up on the counter in front of him, "If you're from there..." Light from the window passed over his glasses, concealing his eyes, "... what do you keep in a really big jar?" As he spoke, his foot tapped on the floor.
Northella turned her head as she heard the signal, and immediately sat in front of the outside door of the shop. oliver
Oliver couldn't help but laugh with the elf at the joke, someone that played along with a joke was always a nice thing. Though the elf mentioned about having connections in Old haven, Oliver's look changed, though there was still a smirk, the look in his eyes was a bit more irritated.
"Depends on the size of the jar really. A big jar can mean anything. But it doesn't exactly matter, Old Haven is old for a reason. It was ransacked by faceless and mauthe dogs not even a month after being toppled by bandits. " Oliver sighed and put his oddly shaped tool on the counter, one of the signature tools that folks of Haven used to utilize for their tasks and hunting. Trying to use it as a token to get the elf's attention that he was legit.
"To be honest, I'm also looking for information. I hear some survivors of Old Haven have been setting up in some secret locale, making New Haven. I'm looking to reconnect with old friends along the way of making new ones you know?"
Hm. He doesn't know his special countersign? Well, that's a shame...
"Ho... hohohoho!" West slapped the counter as he let out a loud, mocking chuckle, "Whatever, whatever! Seems like you're not as learned of your town as you might think you are!" He sat up in his chair and gave him a cheeky smile, "I don't know a single thing about this, what was that, 'New Haven' that you speak of."
That was a lie. If this fellow had known the countersign, that would've easily been shared!
"So, anything else I can help you with?" the elf asked, his twisted smile still remained on his face. oliver
Oliver smiled at the elf and tilted his head with a sigh, "I honestly don't know what kind of code you're speaking in. Asking about a big jar, you might as well put a dragon's heart in there for all I know." he unknowingly spoke the countersign, speaking about it casually.
"You might want to fill the jar with dirt though to preserve the heart unless you had some preserving fluids." Oliver turned around and looked around the store, leaving his cane on the counter top. "That's one of the special tools of Old Haven, we used them a lot for work. Built houses with 'em, did the farming, hunted. It's surprising what an oddly shaped tool can do." He spoke while looking in several of the display cases, not finding anything too interesting for himself at the moment.
"Aha, uh-huh," West lay his head against his hand and leaned on one side, "That's nice. Listen, fellow, I'd love to chat if it wasn't business hours, so why don't you skedaddle off?"
Northella's ear was pressed to the door. Looks like this guy bungled up saying the password, and that meant a no-go on the boss' end.
Still, the guy knew about New Haven, and that was something worth discussing.
The woman moved through the door and spoke, "Wait, boss. Screw the countersign."
"NORTHELLA!" West slammed his hands on the counter before him, "This is the seventieth time! No, was it seventy-first time? NO MATTER! What, you know this kid?"
Northella cleared her throat, "It was seven years ago. He's a friend." She glanced to the fellow. For both our sakes, play along. oliver
Were all elves this uppity? Oliver thought to himself as West tried to shoo him off. Oliver sighed and returned to the counter, grabbing his weapon before swiftly tucking it up behind his back. "Alright, I'll be off then."
When the big woman from outside came in and told the elf to wait, while Oliver stopped and looked over his shoulder at the shouting West. "Wait--Northella? Oh wow! You've changed so much!" For a writer, he was pretty good at acting!
The look in Oliver's eyes was one that seemed cunning, yet devious as he looked right up at Norhtella. He needed to be able to think like different people in order to be a good writer, which helped him to go along with the impromptu reunion. "It's been that long huh?"
The edge of Northella's mouth twitched at the man's words. Hopefully his was an acceptable response.
"Yes, it has," she replied with a nod, "You lost a lot of weight."
West sat up with his fingers linked together, his expression became stoic and unmoved. He wasn't buying their shenanigans... but if Northella trusted him, then...
"... Enough, enough," the elf sighed, "Northella, you're sure about this fellow?" He's had one or two spies come his way in his lifetime, and this guy? He may know about New Haven, but there was no possible way to tell why this stranger wanted to connect.
The woman looked at him with a cherry face, "... Y... yes? Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because, how did you say... 'screw the countersign?' Foolishness!" West replied with a shake of his head, he turned his attention back to the fellow, "Listen up! You want information? I'll give you information if you'll pay me what it's worth to you." He leaned back in his spot and snorted, "Well?!" oliver
Oliver looked back over at west, arms folded behind his back like a happy child as he spoke to Norhtella. He gave her a thumbs up from behind his back as a sign of thanks. Meandering back through the store up to the counter to West, Oliver called back to Northella, "And you look like your father was part mountain for you to get so big."
"I don't have much gold in the lines of paying for information Mister West. But I am a survivor from Old Haven. The Oxford family worked in the keeping books and stories of the caravan if you knew about Haven so much." Oliver reached behind himself for his bag and pulled it around, opening it up and pulling out a leather bound case. Untying the tassel from the top, the golden lace falling against the counter, Oliver opened it up and pulled out a book written by his grandfather. Resting it on the counter top, Oliver knew that it was a one of a kind, his grandpa had written it for himself after all.
"If you can help me or not, it doesn't matter. I am just looking for some information as to where it might be and possibly anyone that could be trusted to travel with me to find it." Narrowing his eyes at West, Oliver showed the more calculating side of himself as opposed to his seemingly naive air about himself. "I'm sure a business man like yourself knows how valuable it would be to set up trade routes and negotiations with a hub known for having rare treasures. Thing is, Haventites don't let new people in without great interrogations without one of the tools on my back, or some sort of person to vouch for them or a token of passage."
He presented to West an opportunity to collaborate, partner up and travel together or relay information with one another. Oliver was dead set on finding where his home had gone, and wanted to return this book to where it belonged before he could continue writing his own.
"Hmph," West pressed his fingertips together and leaned into his counter, staring down at the old book, "Old Haven was one of my master's best trading routes, you know. I was there a few times before it was wiped off the face of the earth. I myself have looked into my other information feeds and..." He cleared his throat, "Che, got me untwisting my tongue, you did... my information well is not so deep when it comes to New Haven. I've spread my informants far across Nohr and Hoshido, and even then they prove... almost useless." He cocked his head to the side, "The place itself almost doesn't exist. A legend in its own right, this New Haven. Rumors on the tongues of dense, imbecilic villagers don't go so far... and even then, my most trusted subordinates couldn't even scratch the surface of this tantalizing mystery."
The elf took hold of the book and begun flipping through its pages, "A hidden town of merchants that appears and disappears at will... full of the rare and unexplainable..." He closed the book and set it back onto the countertop.
Suddenly, a deep, throaty chuckle reverberated in the room, "Hmhm...hmhmhmhmhm! How utterly tormenting! You've put me on the spot, son of Oxford. As a merchant, I can't withstand the temptation of seeking legends! I hope you know just what you're asking from a person like myself!!" He stood up with his back arched and hands on the table, "I am a despicable merchant who pursues his dreams for riches. You, on the other hand, are a vagabond who hasn't a lick of gold to pay for everything I'm saying! Nahaha! Yet, you seek your home, containing people who may not even remember your face! If you even dare thinking that you can pursue this ambition as my equal, then you have another thing coming!"
A long, toothy smile crossed his face, "... Consider everything I'm saying, boy! Should you agree to work with me, I cannot allow you to spearhead information-gathering! You will be on hire by ME, on the field to look for more rumors for pay!" He stuck his hand out to the fellow, "If you are alright with this... let's shake hands." oliver
Listening to the uppity butler, was there ever any other kind? Oliver would listen to what he said. West apparently knew a bit about Old Haven more than he let on. "Yeah--it was a nice place until it was ransacked and then raided." Oliver said with a sad look in his eyes, looking away at the floor and away from the elf.
"I know what I am asking, I've dealt with ninjas that are elf-like in the past. And that guy said he only spoke to people that he wants to kill! We had a nice night-long chat." He referenced a particular elf that he met before. "You can't be any worse than him, and I am still here! So I can take what you have."
Sharing a similar smile on his face to contrast the butler, Oliver reached out, just out of West's hand reach. "If I were to work with you, I would assume it would be as a partnership. I can verify customary quirks and mannerisms of my people, but you have the connections in different towns it seems. I can tell you who is the real deal and who isn't. What will it be? Equals or nothing?" Now Oliver was offering his hand to the elf, trying to show that he could be just as shrewd.
"Pleh," West withdrew his hand and grimaced, "Equals with you? You're like a rat in a sewer."
Northella let out a sigh as she leaned on a shelf, "But he's right."
"No more from you, my dear!" the elf swung his finger in the air. His eyes opened a slit as he glared at the man, "I have offered in my turn to give you some pay, you sorry excuse of an adventurer! Would I pay you as an equal? No! I wouldn't see reason to!" His neck craned forward as veins appeared on his forehead, "I repeat myself now! You are a vagabond without a lick of gold to pay for information!" He retracted and huffed, "Should you seek partnership with me, I will add you to the collective group of knowledge-finders who I have deployed on the field with good pay. These are the parameters I have set so that I could help you with finances, too! And... you would rather I treat you as an equal? You're losing out on an opportunity here and wasting my time!" oliver
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