Chapter 746: Sow Sowing Seeds
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Zoltan "All of ye' take a gander..." he gestures towards the dark red long sleeve shirt and shouts, "At the Fire Retardant Top!"
...
The crowd all give him confused looks, some shouting "What good would a Retarded Top be you fool!"
Zoltan laughs, "Oh course you would ask! Do it!" he calls, Ves tossing a bucket of oil over the clothing before setting it alight.
Everyone watches anxiously as it burns, gasping once extinguished...
Zoltan "Protection against all manner of flame based attacks, I'd say quite a bargain considering what was done to create such a thing!"
Immediately people start bidding, the misers looking for a chance at winning start at the lowest possible, but are quickly overcome by the high rollers...
Tankred looks at his companions, "Stryrdan, does such a thing interest you?" he asks.
The royal guard captain slowly nods, but is interrupted before he's able to get a word in...
Triss "Forgive me liege, but I think an item like that would suite me better... In my duties towards you of course..." she adds the last part as an after-thought.
Tankred's eyes trace over Triss's body, his mouth feeling parched when he imagines her wearing the relatively tight-looking top. "Yes... I believe it would." he says with a grin, raising his card to raise the bid.
Zoltan "Ohohoh! Two Thousand Ducats already? Come on, don't be shy... This item could very well save your life!" he says with a smile, another few bids being made in response.
The back and forth continues, the only one still bidding being the King of Kovir and Poviss, and a few relatively wealthy merchants who fear the wrath of mages, probably due to their assistance in the persecution of them.
Tankred raises his card again, a small frown finding its way onto his face as he didn't think this top was worth all that much... Regardless, he as King would not be beaten.
Zoltan "6500! Someone really wants this don't they!?... Going once!... Going twice!... Sold! Congratulations on your purchase." he says, nodding to Ves as she rolls it out.
Roche "Expecting a surprise attack Triss?" he asks, confused at why she'd want such a thing.
Triss shakes her head, "No, but I've been burnt before, I'd rather not experience another injury like that again." she says, rubbing the scar on her chest hidden by her clothing... Of course, her old injury wasn't the only reason she wanted defence against fire... The biggest would be so that she could try and practise and mimick the pyromancy techniques she'd seen in Ichor.
Zoltan continues the auction, selling a variety of things from Alcohol from Earth to meat and scales from the various Dragon's they'd slain...
Overall the first day of the Auction had been a complete and utter success, the items that'd been sold had really been quite worthless to Ichor, but in the outside world? Even the cheapest Vodka from earth would be considered a delicacy that only royalty would dine on, even if not for the taste, then for the price.
Roche hadn't bought all that much and neither had Crach or Hjalmar... Tankred on the other hand, had acted how someone in-charge of one of the richest countries should, buying literally anything that took his fancy.
Zoltan ends the day by selling a rune cluster made by Reima that'd allow someone to change their appearance to a preset one at will. This could be useful in any manner of things, most including life-saving measures.
Of course, Tankred managed to buy it by drowning anyone else in the running for it with his coin... The Rune Cluster looked like a slip of leather with runes carved onto it, it looks inconspicuous to any normal person, and the method of activating it looked like a small zip.
Zoltan bids goodbye to everyone and bow deeply to them as they leave, the sky was dimming due to the amount of time they'd spent within the auction, but even if people didn't buy anything, just witnessing the goods they had to display was satisfaction enough for most.
Tankred, Roche, Hjalmar and Crach all make their way out of the auction after collecting their items, the former shaking hands with everyone while smiling, "It's been a good and productive day, I hope to see you all tomorrow, some friendly competition makes everything better I say." he says.
Roche nods, "Definitely, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see what's presented next... Apparently, the quality of items will only improve as days go on."
Tankred "Oh? I wonder who you heard that from." remarks, clapping Triss on her ass and walking away with his entourage in tow.
Hjalmar "Treats his lass like a sow, but a fun guy to drink with I reckon?"
Crach shakes his head, "Don't get drawn in by the way the man acts, he's as sly as they come, and has a 'ead for numbers. Don't make bets with him or you'll come out penniless." he says, shaking hands with Roche and beginning to walk towards the Inn they'd rented rooms in.
Both had purchased a couple things, but they were on a budget that Cerys herself had set for them, Skellige wasn't exactly the richest country around, that with their war with Nilfgaard had them more mindful than they'd usually be.
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Zoltan "All of ye' take a gander..." he gestures towards the dark red long sleeve shirt and shouts, "At the Fire Retardant Top!"
...
The crowd all give him confused looks, some shouting "What good would a Retarded Top be you fool!"
Zoltan laughs, "Oh course you would ask! Do it!" he calls, Ves tossing a bucket of oil over the clothing before setting it alight.
Everyone watches anxiously as it burns, gasping once extinguished...
Zoltan "Protection against all manner of flame based attacks, I'd say quite a bargain considering what was done to create such a thing!"
Immediately people start bidding, the misers looking for a chance at winning start at the lowest possible, but are quickly overcome by the high rollers...
Tankred looks at his companions, "Stryrdan, does such a thing interest you?" he asks.
The royal guard captain slowly nods, but is interrupted before he's able to get a word in...
Triss "Forgive me liege, but I think an item like that would suite me better... In my duties towards you of course..." she adds the last part as an after-thought.
Tankred's eyes trace over Triss's body, his mouth feeling parched when he imagines her wearing the relatively tight-looking top. "Yes... I believe it would." he says with a grin, raising his card to raise the bid.
Zoltan "Ohohoh! Two Thousand Ducats already? Come on, don't be shy... This item could very well save your life!" he says with a smile, another few bids being made in response.
The back and forth continues, the only one still bidding being the King of Kovir and Poviss, and a few relatively wealthy merchants who fear the wrath of mages, probably due to their assistance in the persecution of them.
Tankred raises his card again, a small frown finding its way onto his face as he didn't think this top was worth all that much... Regardless, he as King would not be beaten.
Zoltan "6500! Someone really wants this don't they!?... Going once!... Going twice!... Sold! Congratulations on your purchase." he says, nodding to Ves as she rolls it out.
Roche "Expecting a surprise attack Triss?" he asks, confused at why she'd want such a thing.
Triss shakes her head, "No, but I've been burnt before, I'd rather not experience another injury like that again." she says, rubbing the scar on her chest hidden by her clothing... Of course, her old injury wasn't the only reason she wanted defence against fire... The biggest would be so that she could try and practise and mimick the pyromancy techniques she'd seen in Ichor.
Zoltan continues the auction, selling a variety of things from Alcohol from Earth to meat and scales from the various Dragon's they'd slain...
Overall the first day of the Auction had been a complete and utter success, the items that'd been sold had really been quite worthless to Ichor, but in the outside world? Even the cheapest Vodka from earth would be considered a delicacy that only royalty would dine on, even if not for the taste, then for the price.
Roche hadn't bought all that much and neither had Crach or Hjalmar... Tankred on the other hand, had acted how someone in-charge of one of the richest countries should, buying literally anything that took his fancy.
Zoltan ends the day by selling a rune cluster made by Reima that'd allow someone to change their appearance to a preset one at will. This could be useful in any manner of things, most including life-saving measures.
Of course, Tankred managed to buy it by drowning anyone else in the running for it with his coin... The Rune Cluster looked like a slip of leather with runes carved onto it, it looks inconspicuous to any normal person, and the method of activating it looked like a small zip.
Zoltan bids goodbye to everyone and bow deeply to them as they leave, the sky was dimming due to the amount of time they'd spent within the auction, but even if people didn't buy anything, just witnessing the goods they had to display was satisfaction enough for most.
Tankred, Roche, Hjalmar and Crach all make their way out of the auction after collecting their items, the former shaking hands with everyone while smiling, "It's been a good and productive day, I hope to see you all tomorrow, some friendly competition makes everything better I say." he says.
Roche nods, "Definitely, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see what's presented next... Apparently, the quality of items will only improve as days go on."
Tankred "Oh? I wonder who you heard that from." remarks, clapping Triss on her ass and walking away with his entourage in tow.
Hjalmar "Treats his lass like a sow, but a fun guy to drink with I reckon?"
Crach shakes his head, "Don't get drawn in by the way the man acts, he's as sly as they come, and has a 'ead for numbers. Don't make bets with him or you'll come out penniless." he says, shaking hands with Roche and beginning to walk towards the Inn they'd rented rooms in.
Both had purchased a couple things, but they were on a budget that Cerys herself had set for them, Skellige wasn't exactly the richest country around, that with their war with Nilfgaard had them more mindful than they'd usually be.
Zoltan "All of ye' take a gander..." he gestures towards the dark red long sleeve shirt and shouts, "At the Fire Retardant Top!"...The crowd all give him confused looks, some shouting "What good would a Retarded Top be you fool!"Zoltan laughs, "Oh course you would ask! Do it!" he calls, Ves tossing a bucket of oil over the clothing before setting it alight.Everyone watches anxiously as it burns, gasping once extinguished...Zoltan "Protection against all manner of flame based attacks, I'd say quite a bargain considering what was done to create such a thing!"Immediately people start bidding, the misers looking for a chance at winning start at the lowest possible, but are quickly overcome by the high rollers...Tankred looks at his companions, "Stryrdan, does such a thing interest you?" he asks.The royal guard captain slowly nods, but is interrupted before he's able to get a word in...Triss "Forgive me liege, but I think an item like that would suite me better... In my duties towards you of course..." she adds the last part as an after-thought.Tankred's eyes trace over Triss's body, his mouth feeling parched when he imagines her wearing the relatively tight-looking top. "Yes... I believe it would." he says with a grin, raising his card to raise the bid.Zoltan "Ohohoh! Two Thousand Ducats already? Come on, don't be shy... This item could very well save your life!" he says with a smile, another few bids being made in response.The back and forth continues, the only one still bidding being the King of Kovir and Poviss, and a few relatively wealthy merchants who fear the wrath of mages, probably due to their assistance in the persecution of them.Tankred raises his card again, a small frown finding its way onto his face as he didn't think this top was worth all that much... Regardless, he as King would not be beaten.Zoltan "6500! Someone really wants this don't they!?... Going once!... Going twice!... Sold! Congratulations on your purchase." he says, nodding to Ves as she rolls it out.Roche "Expecting a surprise attack Triss?" he asks, confused at why she'd want such a thing.Triss shakes her head, "No, but I've been burnt before, I'd rather not experience another injury like that again." she says, rubbing the scar on her chest hidden by her clothing... Of course, her old injury wasn't the only reason she wanted defence against fire... The biggest would be so that she could try and practise and mimick the pyromancy techniques she'd seen in Ichor.Zoltan continues the auction, selling a variety of things from Alcohol from Earth to meat and scales from the various Dragon's they'd slain...Overall the first day of the Auction had been a complete and utter success, the items that'd been sold had really been quite worthless to Ichor, but in the outside world? Even the cheapest Vodka from earth would be considered a delicacy that only royalty would dine on, even if not for the taste, then for the price.Roche hadn't bought all that much and neither had Crach or Hjalmar... Tankred on the other hand, had acted how someone in-charge of one of the richest countries should, buying literally anything that took his fancy.Zoltan ends the day by selling a rune cluster made by Reima that'd allow someone to change their appearance to a preset one at will. This could be useful in any manner of things, most including life-saving measures.Of course, Tankred managed to buy it by drowning anyone else in the running for it with his coin... The Rune Cluster looked like a slip of leather with runes carved onto it, it looks inconspicuous to any normal person, and the method of activating it looked like a small zip.Zoltan bids goodbye to everyone and bow deeply to them as they leave, the sky was dimming due to the amount of time they'd spent within the auction, but even if people didn't buy anything, just witnessing the goods they had to display was satisfaction enough for most.Tankred, Roche, Hjalmar and Crach all make their way out of the auction after collecting their items, the former shaking hands with everyone while smiling, "It's been a good and productive day, I hope to see you all tomorrow, some friendly competition makes everything better I say." he says.Roche nods, "Definitely, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see what's presented next... Apparently, the quality of items will only improve as days go on."Tankred "Oh? I wonder who you heard that from." remarks, clapping Triss on her ass and walking away with his entourage in tow.Hjalmar "Treats his lass like a sow, but a fun guy to drink with I reckon?"Crach shakes his head, "Don't get drawn in by the way the man acts, he's as sly as they come, and has a 'ead for numbers. Don't make bets with him or you'll come out penniless." he says, shaking hands with Roche and beginning to walk towards the Inn they'd rented rooms in.Both had purchased a couple things, but they were on a budget that Cerys herself had set for them, Skellige wasn't exactly the richest country around, that with their war with Nilfgaard had them more mindful than they'd usually be.
