[b]Starting Date and Time:[/b] 30th Day of Mauven, 300 DM, midday

[b]Starting Location:[/b] Green Fall, village center

[b]CS URLs:[/b] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2868027]Verissa Beatrix Greenlakes aka Trix[/url] & [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3012336]Rilana Aurorime'[/url]

Trix walked pleasantly along the guarded caravan that, still wincing occasionally at the general, bodily soreness she'd felt. She still hadn't fully come to terms with what had happened five days ago at the Knights' Tournament, and really didn't wish to think about all those that died, those she couldn't save. It was heart breaking. For now, she basked in the sunlight, listening to a rather comical tune that a handful of dwarves were singing. 

[hider=Dwarves Song]
[i]
Well I reached in me pocket and pulled me a copper
She says, "For that, I'll only be proper."
So I reached in me pocket and pulled me a silver
She asks, "Is that all you can deliver?"

So come and toss my pick down the mine,
Gotta a little girl, wanna make her mine,
So I'll go and toss my old pick down the mine

Well I reached in me pocket and pulled me a gold
She says, "For that, a peek, but not a hold."
So I reached in me pocket and pulled me a topaz
She asks, "You think that'll let you pass?"

So come and toss my pick down the mine,
Gotta a little girl, wanna make her mine,
So I'll go and toss my old pick down the mine

Well I reached in me pocket and pulled me a sapphire
She looks at me gem filled with desire
I reached in me pocket and pulled me an emerald
She just looked at me and her body trembled

So come and toss my pick down the mine,
Gotta a little girl, wanna make her mine,
So I'll go and toss my old pick down the mine

I reached in me pocket and pulled me a ruby
She looks at me gem and moves over to me,
I reached in me pocket and pulled me a diamond
She whispers, "How about a little minin'?"

I came to toss my pick down the mine,
Gotta a little girl, finally made her mine,
So I'll go and toss my old pick down the mine

Well I mined her a-standin' and I mined her a-lyin',
Mined her for days with all the time I'm buyin',
Then a week went by and she mined me dry,
Got a pain from the mining and I wondered why.

I came to toss my pick down the mine,
Had a little girl, finally made her mine,
So I'll go and toss my old pick down the mine

Doc took a look and said I was sick,
told me to put up the shovel, put up me pick,
Cause the tip is bent and rest is rust,
me jewels are gone and gone for bust.

I came to toss my pick down the mine,
Had a little girl, finally made her mine,
So I'll go and toss my old pick down the mine

Well the last time I seen her, I haven't seen her since
She was hustlin a gargoyle for a single copper pence
He'll get what's coming with that girl he bought,
Can't do any mining with a shaft that's rot.[/i][/hider]

Trix blushed furiously at the song, but couldn't help but laugh. The caravan left the sunshine and passed through the shaded coverage of the Chartric Forest. She'd only been to Green Fall once, as a young girl, and all she could remember were giant trees. And that had not changed now that she was taller. Her blonde hair and green skirt swished in the wind as the logging village came into view.

Her father had told her once that the best guard dogs were raised and bred here, and after being robbed recently, she decided it was time to get one. She wasn't really sure which breeds were best, nor how to tell a good pup from a bad one. Once in the village proper, it didn't take long to find the many outdoor kennels, where the dogs ran across vast treed lawns kept in by finely crafted wooden fences. She looked many of them over, not even sure of most of the breeds. That black one looked like the Ebon Pinscher... the one with the bright blue eyes might be a Frostfell Fanger...

Her brow furrowed as her frustration grew. A man came over to assist her, scooping up a chocolate colored pup, [color=a2d39c][i][b]"Wutchya lookin' for, miss?"[/b][/i][/color] 

She could feel his eyes passing over her, and she shifted uncomfortably, [b][i][color=f6989d]"Um, I need a, uh, guard dog."[/color][/i][/b] The man's eyes lit up, realizing he had an easy sale, a sucker. He walked past her, making sure to glance up the back as he'd had the front, [color=a2d39c][i][b]"O'er here we have the Ebon Brute. Finest guard dog, and I breed 'em exclusively. Smar' as a whip, quick ta train, will keep any robbers away."[/b][/i][/color] She flinched a bit at the thought of the robbery, and he knew he'd succeeded. The breed name was the only thing he hadn't lied about. The Brute was dumb, hard to train, and terribly common in these part.

[color=a2d39c][i][b]"I'll part with a pup for say... seventy-five golds."[/b][/i][/color]

Trix's eyes widened at the exorbitant number. She'd been expecting to spend twenty-five at most. Guard dogs were supposed to be cheaper of the breeds, she'd thought, since they didn't earn profit like hunters, trackers, and war dogs. If this was the price, she could pay it, but it would make things tight and uncomfortable for a long while. Most of her money went back to the loan for her shop. Her palms were sweaty, she was never good at this part of business. She didn't deal with merchants typically, often gathering her own materials, and just being paid what people could afford to give. She didn't get into being an herbalist for the money, but to be around the plants she loved and to help people. Her face was knit with worry, but she needed a dog, she couldn't afford to be robbed again.

[color=f6989d][i][b]"I... I uh, guess I can pay that..."[/b][/i][/color]