Chapter 744: Pulling something outta your Crach...
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Roche nods and reciprocates, "I was just heading to the Auction House, would you accompany me?"
Crach nods, "Aye, we got these fancy VIP invitations, thought we might'as well use 'em... 'Specially considering the things Ichor 'as been producin'." he states, the duo both walking with Roche into the Auction House.
The entrance was large, but it was still chock-full of people, all of them wearing fine clothing and expensive jewelry. There were a couple staff on reception as well as a few heavily armoured men guarding the doors with fierce looks, on a balcony which overlooks the entrance the trio could spot someone wearing peculiar onion-shaped armour with a large two-handed sword strapped to their back.
Sieglinde spots them in the crowd and leaves, coming back moments later with Zoltan leading her.
Zoltan "You've finally arrived!" he says with a cheerful grin, grasping their forearms in a manner unbefitting towards royalty.
Hjalmar "Ahaha, Zoltan! You've caused quite a fuss with this Auction House haven't ya?"
Zoltan nods, "I'm a warrior first and foremost, but business runs in my veins. Plus, it isn't 'ard to create somethin' like this with a most of the wealth on the continent behind ye'." he says with a chuckle.
Roche nods, "I didn't expect for it's popularity to be so wide-spread... I've seen some amazing things in Ichor already, so I'm looking forward to whatever you're going to bring out."
Zoltan "I don't think you'll be disappointed! Alright, follow me and I'll show you the "VIP" seats." he says as he begins to lead them through a string of doors, each more heavily protected than the last. "I hope you don't mind that there are already some people present, I thought you folk would want to talk with one another... I can change the arrangement if ya' wish though."
Crach "Who's present?" he asks, wondering what other countries can afford moving their leaders around during wartime."
Zoltan "King of Kovir and Poviss, Tankred Thyssen and his escort... Triss Merigold." he says.
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The trio enter and find themselves within a huge room with many, many seats. The area they are currently located is over the regular seats and allows them to look down at everything within the room.
Zoltan pulls out three separate cards with numbers on them and hands it to them, "You know the drill, raise em if u want something and call out if you want to set the price. Now, I've got a lotta' things ta'do right about now, so enjoy yourselves, eat somethin' and buy a lot. I'll be seein' ya later folks." he says, nodding at them as he quickly leaves.
Sieglinde doesn't follow and instead stands guard at the door to prevent anything untoward from happening.
Roche walks off and coughs into his hand, "Greetings the three of you." he says, drawing their attention towards him. They eye him and don't respond, customs holding their tongue so Roche could properly introduce himself. "I am Vernon Roche, King of Kaedwen."
Tankred nods, "Greetings King Roche, I am Tankred Thyssen of Kovir and Poviss, at my sides are Stryrdan Bentz, Captain of my Royal Guard, and Triss Merigold, my advisor in all things supernatural." he says with a polite smile, resting his hand on Triss leg which gets a weird reaction from her.
Roche nods, "I've already been acquainted with Miss Merigold, it's good to see you again... I'd also like to properly extend a formal welcome to my city. I apologize in not being able to greet you at the gates, the security of the city was strained in trying to manage the influx of people for this event."
Tankred waves his hand, "Don't mind it, I understand the woes of hosting such events... The troubles never seem to end hahaha!"
Crach and Hjalmar step forth, the former casually shaking Tankreds hand, "Didn't expect to see you here King Thyssen." he says diplomatically.
Tankred shakes his head, "Enough with the formalities Crach, we've known each other for a while now... And while we've had our squabbles, I believe we're above those politicking and scheming few."
Crach nods, "Aye, those Mogrels can go do one as far as I'm concerned, politics should never trump a leaders ability to rule... Ah! This is my son Hjalmar, I don't believe you've met?"
Tankred shakes his head, "Indeed, this is the first... I heard you've decided your daughter, Cerys was it? To be the new Jarl?"
Crach nods, "I have, not because Hjalmar is unfit, but because Cerys is in her element leadin'. This one would prefer to fight anyway, ain't that right?"
Hjalmar grins, "You know me too well Da', it's good to meet a friend of my old man, Tankred." he says, shaking their hand like how Crach had done.
Tankred gestures towards the nearby seats, "Take a seat, I believe the Auction will be starting soon, from what I've heard they'll be presenting goods never before seen in this world!" he says excitedly.
Crach chuckles, "Typical Kovir, tossin' gold at things until they go your way." he jokes.
Tankred "Why change what works, right?" he says with a chuckle.
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Roche nods and reciprocates, "I was just heading to the Auction House, would you accompany me?"
Crach nods, "Aye, we got these fancy VIP invitations, thought we might'as well use 'em... 'Specially considering the things Ichor 'as been producin'." he states, the duo both walking with Roche into the Auction House.
The entrance was large, but it was still chock-full of people, all of them wearing fine clothing and expensive jewelry. There were a couple staff on reception as well as a few heavily armoured men guarding the doors with fierce looks, on a balcony which overlooks the entrance the trio could spot someone wearing peculiar onion-shaped armour with a large two-handed sword strapped to their back.
Sieglinde spots them in the crowd and leaves, coming back moments later with Zoltan leading her.
Zoltan "You've finally arrived!" he says with a cheerful grin, grasping their forearms in a manner unbefitting towards royalty.
Hjalmar "Ahaha, Zoltan! You've caused quite a fuss with this Auction House haven't ya?"
Zoltan nods, "I'm a warrior first and foremost, but business runs in my veins. Plus, it isn't 'ard to create somethin' like this with a most of the wealth on the continent behind ye'." he says with a chuckle.
Roche nods, "I didn't expect for it's popularity to be so wide-spread... I've seen some amazing things in Ichor already, so I'm looking forward to whatever you're going to bring out."
Zoltan "I don't think you'll be disappointed! Alright, follow me and I'll show you the "VIP" seats." he says as he begins to lead them through a string of doors, each more heavily protected than the last. "I hope you don't mind that there are already some people present, I thought you folk would want to talk with one another... I can change the arrangement if ya' wish though."
Crach "Who's present?" he asks, wondering what other countries can afford moving their leaders around during wartime."
Zoltan "King of Kovir and Poviss, Tankred Thyssen and his escort... Triss Merigold." he says.
...
The trio enter and find themselves within a huge room with many, many seats. The area they are currently located is over the regular seats and allows them to look down at everything within the room.
Zoltan pulls out three separate cards with numbers on them and hands it to them, "You know the drill, raise em if u want something and call out if you want to set the price. Now, I've got a lotta' things ta'do right about now, so enjoy yourselves, eat somethin' and buy a lot. I'll be seein' ya later folks." he says, nodding at them as he quickly leaves.
Sieglinde doesn't follow and instead stands guard at the door to prevent anything untoward from happening.
Roche walks off and coughs into his hand, "Greetings the three of you." he says, drawing their attention towards him. They eye him and don't respond, customs holding their tongue so Roche could properly introduce himself. "I am Vernon Roche, King of Kaedwen."
Tankred nods, "Greetings King Roche, I am Tankred Thyssen of Kovir and Poviss, at my sides are Stryrdan Bentz, Captain of my Royal Guard, and Triss Merigold, my advisor in all things supernatural." he says with a polite smile, resting his hand on Triss leg which gets a weird reaction from her.
Roche nods, "I've already been acquainted with Miss Merigold, it's good to see you again... I'd also like to properly extend a formal welcome to my city. I apologize in not being able to greet you at the gates, the security of the city was strained in trying to manage the influx of people for this event."
Tankred waves his hand, "Don't mind it, I understand the woes of hosting such events... The troubles never seem to end hahaha!"
Crach and Hjalmar step forth, the former casually shaking Tankreds hand, "Didn't expect to see you here King Thyssen." he says diplomatically.
Tankred shakes his head, "Enough with the formalities Crach, we've known each other for a while now... And while we've had our squabbles, I believe we're above those politicking and scheming few."
Crach nods, "Aye, those Mogrels can go do one as far as I'm concerned, politics should never trump a leaders ability to rule... Ah! This is my son Hjalmar, I don't believe you've met?"
Tankred shakes his head, "Indeed, this is the first... I heard you've decided your daughter, Cerys was it? To be the new Jarl?"
Crach nods, "I have, not because Hjalmar is unfit, but because Cerys is in her element leadin'. This one would prefer to fight anyway, ain't that right?"
Hjalmar grins, "You know me too well Da', it's good to meet a friend of my old man, Tankred." he says, shaking their hand like how Crach had done.
Tankred gestures towards the nearby seats, "Take a seat, I believe the Auction will be starting soon, from what I've heard they'll be presenting goods never before seen in this world!" he says excitedly.
Crach chuckles, "Typical Kovir, tossin' gold at things until they go your way." he jokes.
Tankred "Why change what works, right?" he says with a chuckle.
Roche nods and reciprocates, "I was just heading to the Auction House, would you accompany me?"Crach nods, "Aye, we got these fancy VIP invitations, thought we might'as well use 'em... 'Specially considering the things Ichor 'as been producin'." he states, the duo both walking with Roche into the Auction House.The entrance was large, but it was still chock-full of people, all of them wearing fine clothing and expensive jewelry. There were a couple staff on reception as well as a few heavily armoured men guarding the doors with fierce looks, on a balcony which overlooks the entrance the trio could spot someone wearing peculiar onion-shaped armour with a large two-handed sword strapped to their back.Sieglinde spots them in the crowd and leaves, coming back moments later with Zoltan leading her.Zoltan "You've finally arrived!" he says with a cheerful grin, grasping their forearms in a manner unbefitting towards royalty.Hjalmar "Ahaha, Zoltan! You've caused quite a fuss with this Auction House haven't ya?"Zoltan nods, "I'm a warrior first and foremost, but business runs in my veins. Plus, it isn't 'ard to create somethin' like this with a most of the wealth on the continent behind ye'." he says with a chuckle.Roche nods, "I didn't expect for it's popularity to be so wide-spread... I've seen some amazing things in Ichor already, so I'm looking forward to whatever you're going to bring out."Zoltan "I don't think you'll be disappointed! Alright, follow me and I'll show you the "VIP" seats." he says as he begins to lead them through a string of doors, each more heavily protected than the last. "I hope you don't mind that there are already some people present, I thought you folk would want to talk with one another... I can change the arrangement if ya' wish though."Crach "Who's present?" he asks, wondering what other countries can afford moving their leaders around during wartime."Zoltan "King of Kovir and Poviss, Tankred Thyssen and his escort... Triss Merigold." he says....The trio enter and find themselves within a huge room with many, many seats. The area they are currently located is over the regular seats and allows them to look down at everything within the room.Zoltan pulls out three separate cards with numbers on them and hands it to them, "You know the drill, raise em if u want something and call out if you want to set the price. Now, I've got a lotta' things ta'do right about now, so enjoy yourselves, eat somethin' and buy a lot. I'll be seein' ya later folks." he says, nodding at them as he quickly leaves.Sieglinde doesn't follow and instead stands guard at the door to prevent anything untoward from happening.Roche walks off and coughs into his hand, "Greetings the three of you." he says, drawing their attention towards him. They eye him and don't respond, customs holding their tongue so Roche could properly introduce himself. "I am Vernon Roche, King of Kaedwen."Tankred nods, "Greetings King Roche, I am Tankred Thyssen of Kovir and Poviss, at my sides are Stryrdan Bentz, Captain of my Royal Guard, and Triss Merigold, my advisor in all things supernatural." he says with a polite smile, resting his hand on Triss leg which gets a weird reaction from her.Roche nods, "I've already been acquainted with Miss Merigold, it's good to see you again... I'd also like to properly extend a formal welcome to my city. I apologize in not being able to greet you at the gates, the security of the city was strained in trying to manage the influx of people for this event."Tankred waves his hand, "Don't mind it, I understand the woes of hosting such events... The troubles never seem to end hahaha!"Crach and Hjalmar step forth, the former casually shaking Tankreds hand, "Didn't expect to see you here King Thyssen." he says diplomatically.Tankred shakes his head, "Enough with the formalities Crach, we've known each other for a while now... And while we've had our squabbles, I believe we're above those politicking and scheming few."Crach nods, "Aye, those Mogrels can go do one as far as I'm concerned, politics should never trump a leaders ability to rule... Ah! This is my son Hjalmar, I don't believe you've met?"Tankred shakes his head, "Indeed, this is the first... I heard you've decided your daughter, Cerys was it? To be the new Jarl?"Crach nods, "I have, not because Hjalmar is unfit, but because Cerys is in her element leadin'. This one would prefer to fight anyway, ain't that right?"Hjalmar grins, "You know me too well Da', it's good to meet a friend of my old man, Tankred." he says, shaking their hand like how Crach had done.Tankred gestures towards the nearby seats, "Take a seat, I believe the Auction will be starting soon, from what I've heard they'll be presenting goods never before seen in this world!" he says excitedly.Crach chuckles, "Typical Kovir, tossin' gold at things until they go your way." he jokes.Tankred "Why change what works, right?" he says with a chuckle.
