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As a man rolled the young scholar along, he glanced to and fro, with a normal expression upon his face. That of utter nothingness, that was his normal expression as he went around the city. It was so loud, that his ears started to hurt a bit, as he quietly covered them.
Suddenly his gaze landed upon some sign being held in the air. He gave his servant a glance, signalling to push him in that direction, and upon nearing it, he glanced around slightly bored, before he tried to look towards the shopkeeper.
"Come one, come all," spoke aloud a burly woman with a bored expression, "Visit West's Curiosities and satiate your appetite for the unknown." She carried a sign with the shop's name and an arrow. This was the part of the job she hated the most.
A handsome elf stuck his head out the window of an elaborate caravan vehicle with a smile on his face. Although, it couldn't be said that he was smiling out of joy, rather of scorn.
"That's no good, Northella," said the elf, his smile crumpled a little, "Really! Do I need to hire someone to advertise my shop properly?" He flipped out of the window and removed the sign from Northella's person, "Watch this!" He spaced himself from her and took a deep breath. "Come one, come all! Visit West's Curiosities and satiate the appetite of adventure! Need some toys for your children? Perhaps potent healing vulneraries from Hoshido? How about some clothes from the Nohr capital? There is no short change in West's Curiosities! Come by today!"
With that, he shoved the sign back into Northella's hands, "Like THAT."
She looked sullenly down at the sign, her ears as red as a cherry, "... I don't... want to do this..."
With a groan, the elf shook his head, "Well, fine. At least make yourself useful in some capacity..." The elf turned his head and spotted a young fellow sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed along by... a servant? Oho! Well, this was a pleasant surprise, and not to mention a perfect opportunity! "Young sir!" he called to the boy in the wheelchair, "Perhaps I could interest you with some of my merchandise?" Asinine
Asinine glanced up at the man blankly, his face read of death, and his servant just seemed like they were concerned they'd make one mistake and be fired. Asinine glanced to the side for a moment, as he let out a little sigh, before looking back, and wheeling a bit closer.
"What is there?" Asinine stated plainly, as he looked up at the man within a suit. He seemed bored, yet tried to peer within the caravan, from inside his wheelchair. Perhaps this store could actually have something of interest, aside from a strange lady with a sign.
"This better not be a waste of time." His tone was cold, as he rested his face within his hand.
The elf's smile grew once again. He has curiosity, at least. That's enough to reel him into the shop if not for a little while.
"Hoho, I would never waste a valuable person's time!" spoke the elf with a witty smile, "After all... a son of a nobleman is a very important person. Rest assured, I do have something that may interest you! Trinkets, odds and ends, toys and dolls, books, maybe a few more fascinating inquiries. There's no shortage of curious objects, monsieur. Ahaha, but where are my manners..." He bowed himself toward the young man, "Call me West! I am the owner of West's Curiosities! Who might my honorable guests be?"
Granted, the elf didn't know if the young man was truly a noble. Only the presence of the boy's retainer was any sure sign, as nobles, great and small, were the only ones to afford servants, especially in Nohr.
Asinine's glance was almost unblinking, as he watched the strange man. Despite how strange the fellow was however, Asinine appreciated that this man actually housed the capacity to be nice to him.
"You have dolls?" Asinine stated, a few moments after the merchant stopped speaking, apparently zoning out for most of the conversation, and even not seeming to notice the simple question that was asking for his name. Asinine leaned a bit forward, to try to get a better view into the caravan, to little avail.
He somewhat was interested in knowing what kind of dolls the man might have, and this curiosity drove him to stay for a bit longer than he usually would. After all, it wasn't unheard of, for the young master to just leave in the middle of a conversation.
Oho... a doll collector in the making? While the boy didn't reciprocate the introduction in giving his name, knowing that he had an interest in something was enough to do business. The elf clapped his hands together and nodded his head, "That's right, young sir! We've dolls that range across the continent!" He turned on his heel and approached the caravan, "North! Would you please grab a sample of the doll menagerie? Our guest would like to see what we have!"
The muscly woman gave him a quiet nod then sauntered toward the back of the caravan. She reappeared with a small cart that had dolls neatly arranged in small containers.
"There's this and a lot more inside," said West as he took one of the dolls in hand, "Puppets, hand puppets, porcelain, clay, wood... there is no end to creativity when it comes to these darling figurines. I even have ones whose arms and legs move about!" Truthfully, dolls gave West the willies when he looked at them, especially the ones made from porcelain. Asinine
Asinine's eyes seemed to widen as he surveyed the dolls, before glancing back at his servant. "Go back home, and gather more people, understood?" He stated quite simply, and the servant seemed to nod before running off to do so. Asinine rolled himself forward, and looked at the dolls, he seemed most interested in the porcelain dolls, they definitely had the most soft and graceful appearance. While the young man wasn't usually one to care much about beauty or craftsmanship, when it came to dolls, he was a bit more picky.
It was really hard for Asinine to find many well made dolls, so this was definitely a pleasant surprise. Asinine pulled out a decent sized sack of gold, and opened it up, peering inside. It no doubt had at least a couple thousand pieces of gold inside it. This wasn't that much money to him, but it was a decently sized amount.
"How much do these ones cost?" He asked quietly, as he touched one of the porcelain doll containers, with his fingertip.
West's smile widened further. Oho... so his guess of this young man's heritage was true. He was rich--filthy rich! It was tempting to take full advantage of the situation and push the price to reap tons of gold from this kid... but just how desperate would he be to collect these fragile little creations? Imported porcelain was expensive, even though his tendrils have spread far across the sea and continent, and the labor it took for artists to create the dolls added even more to the cost.
Therefore, each of these ran a good three to five hundred gold each depending on the complexity of the creation. It was for this that the barter system had been implemented. Start high, then cut down to a more reasonable price. There was no need to give the actual price of the dolls--ignorance was bliss for most nobles, but how would this kid fare?
"How's 700 gold sound?" inquired West with a nod, he clasped his hands together. Asinine
Asinine didn't even blink as he held out his sack of money, and with a bored tone stated. "Then this should cover buying about three of them." He sighed a bit, as his voice lowered to a mutter. "How unfortunate... I told him to bring back people, but I didn't state to bring more gold..."
This meant Asinine would definitely have to make a return visit, of some sort, so disappointing. Such a fact was displeasing at best. "You aren't always located here are you? I've been here before... This wasn't here, correct?" It was a shame to only be able to buy a few, for the time being.
It was so easy that West felt himself kicked in the gut. The fat money sack was being held out toward him.
The elf's smile crumpled at the ends in disappointment. That was no fun! How could he just... nobles! Why do they not teach their children the ways of mercantile?!
Sigh... he can't help it, but this is going to cost him...
"AHEM!" he cleared his throat loudly as he pushed the gold sack back to the boy, "Before we get onto the business of 'I go where the wind blows,' there's something very important that you need to know, my good fellow." He pointed to the sack, "We merchants don't accept gold thrown in our faces. No, no! We'd rather you keep it! There's a system here that must be honored! I have offered you 700 G for a doll... but could you get it for a better price? Hm? Maybe you could afford FOUR dolls if you had worked around it!" He wiggled his finger at the boy, "I tell you, a less honest man could sell you a doll for an extremely high price that passes by appearance, but by the time it is in your hands, it crumbles into dust! You don't want to be duped, do you, sir?" Asinine
Asinine's eyebrows furrowed at the man's rejection, he was very displeased by this. The young man couldn't help but doubt the merchant's intelligence, if he was specifically trying to get paid less. However such information was kind of useful, yet Asinine didn't really have that much patience for the idea of bartering.
"Oh..." He muttered, a bit annoyed, as he tried to think about some of the books he had read on bartering... For example, you can't go down in price, after you make an offer, he chose to assume that first offer wouldn't count. "I suppose I'll pay 450 gold a piece?" The young man didn't see a point in this, as he rested his face within his hand. Hopefully this wouldn't be too much work.
"Hmhm, alright," said the elf with a wry grin, "We're getting somewhere, but think about this for a second! An artist who creates porcelain dolls for a living expects income from his work, just as I, the merchant, wishes to make a profit from selling the product. After all! This is our livelihoods we're talking about! Perhaps that doesn't resound immediately, but you'll understand if you ever take on a vocation... but with that in mind, I cannot accept 450! I shall ask for 550. Median of our prices." He would only receive three dolls of his choice with that much.
Asinine looked at him blankly, and said ever so casually. "Four hundred and sixty." His poker face looked well, just somewhat annoyed, it would be easy to get him to go up in the long run, but alas, staying his ground may be the only way to satisfy the clerk.
"Now, can we done?" He seemed to be patient as a child with this line. If he had to barter to get what he wanted, he only hoped the man would hurry up, and let him buy it.
Heeeeh... he just raised his price by ten gold. Really, this kid... he just went from ignorant to stingy. Was there any regret?
"Fu... fuhohoho," West chuckled, "I see. You want enough for a piece of sponge cake, hm? Well, I don't blame you..."
It's not as if it's a complete loss. Let's see... 460 divided by two is 230, and he gives Northella 50 gold per day for her services... right, 170 gold for him per doll. That means for four of them he'd be getting 680 out of 1840.
Heh... that is, if he were purchasing a bunch of regular porcelain dolls!
"Very well, I will take 460 gold per a regular porcelain doll," said West, he lifted his hand toward the cart, "Take your pick of the regular selection if you like... and if you'd like to see the rest of the more complicated dolls, I can have my darling assistant-" he received a blushing glare at the back of his head, "- bring out the rest of them! Rest assured, those ones fetch a higher price than these dolls!"
Asinine's body tensed as he heard what the man had said... He understood this tactic, it was quite obvious that the man was trying to get a chance to make a larger profit... But... He was intrigued, he certainly was. He was notably a bit bothered, as it seemed the man was playing him right into his hands.
"I suppose I could have a peek..." Asinine mumbled out, immediately wishing to take back his words, but curiosity certainly got the better of the mage.
He glanced towards the muscular assistant, some impatience within his eyes. No matter what, he was going to have to visit this clerk again at some point, when he had more money, at least.
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