[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1679d05a-3430-488e-ae95-bc4f1a826ad3.jpg[/img][/center] [color=LightSlateGray][i][b][h3][color=00aeef]Guillan, Early Morning Weather: Sunny[/color][/h3] [/b][/i] The sun shined brightly as it rose over the port city of Guillan, as if to signify some grand new beginning had taken place. A welcoming sign after the last few days of rain, though the rains did little to hinder the patrons of the city from their festivities which lasted well into the early morning. Only just now had the majority of them finally put themselves to rest, while there were still a few stragglers trying to keep the party alive until the next evening ramped up once more. Those too, who worked nightly hours and those just coming in from the sea all welcomed the early morning drink. The festival of the Crescents was perhaps the most favored event of the year and everyone seemed to make the very most of these three days. Guillan was usually already bustling by this hour but it was at a slow and crippled crawl presently. This was a festival of perseverance, and all fell prey to the slumber and grog, sooner or later... It was already very warm and was expected to be sweltering later on, not to mention all the rain they had just received. It was a beautiful day none the less, and the humidity would hardly be noticed once half into a bottle. Cockatoos and parrots were already clucking at the morning rays, as hundreds of seagulls eagerly swooped to pick at the discarded fruits and treats that had dropped down to the cobbles. A beautiful chaos enjoyed by many an early shore walker, and very convenient for the city considering the the amount of discarded waste. Several ships of new arrivals were expected throughout the day, as well as several vessels containing cargo and provisions to relieve the stress of the festivities and fend off gaps of the availability of food items, and more importantly, the spirits. People flocked to the city from all over the continent and most of the surrounding island chains for the festival, and was perhaps the best three days for the economy and commerce out the entire year, so all the tourism was welcomed and encouraged. Percival had left before first light to deliver Vargas's request down to the quartermaster at the docks and charter the ship and captain, who was seemingly at leisure for Vargas to call upon whenever he wished to, and was his man through and through. Percival admired Vargas's knack for retaining so many individuals with that level of devotion and loyalty, but he was always quickly reminded that it was all paid for, generously at that. He took a moment to stay by the docks and soak up the first rays of the morning before returning to the tavern to prepare a hearty breakfast before the party's departure. It was a pleasant few moments, which was a rarity for him at the tavern. Along the way he was to also stop by and schedule a private appointment with the dockside market. In Guillan, if you had enough coin you could do such things, and this private viewing was not uncommon to the markets, and was often done by nobility and other prominent people to avoid prying eyes and pickpockets. He also retrieved a vendor list for the day for the party. He also requested all the items that Neh'miah had asked for to be delivered to the tavern immediately. Yet again he was impressed with the power attached to Vargas's name, and to his coin... [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f2807a98-52ad-4c8a-a13d-c02a469f45e4.png[/img][/center] [hider=The Bazaar vendors are as follows...] [b]Stall 1:[/b] full plate and exotic meals Quality: above average Price: above average Variety: below average Haggling: no Owner: Rovanni male, angry, mildly racist and a male, cheerful but sickly Stall Type: tables for eating, small cart made to cook food. [b]Stall 2:[/b] Bows, crossbows, and fletcher Quality: above average Price: above average Variety: above average (specialty items available) Haggling: only for the expensive items Owner: Tork female fletcher and a Tork male, grouchy in demeanor. Stall Type: Oxcart full of wares [b]Stall 3:[/b] Scale mail, light and medium armors, and chainmail Quality: very high Price: average Variety: average Haggling: is treated as an insult Owner: Bretonian female, friendly, quick temper Stall Type: tables and an Oxcart [b]Stall 4:[/b] Incense, Medicinal salves and herbs Quality: above average Price: average Variety: very high Haggling: is expected Owner: Zherpa male, spiteful, exotic clothing and a very knowledgeable female practitioner (Apothecary) Stall Type: several connected stalls [b]Stall 5:[/b] Furniture, trinkets, and decorative boxes, puzzle boxes and some fine jewelry Quality: high Price: high Variety: below average Haggling: is enthusiastic Owner: Bretonian male, hopeful, oddly pale Stall Type: permanent structure (locked at night) [b]Stall 6:[/b] Trained birds exotic pets, and reptiles Quality: very high Price: very high Variety: scarce and rare Haggling: is expected Owner: Jin-Zho male, aggressive, bows and makes courtly gestures and a female, aggressive, overuses a certain word/phrase Stall Type: Tables, pens and cages [b]Stall 7:[/b] Tools, mining equipment and expeditioner gear, fine gemstones, minerals, gunpowder, rare earth metals, Flintlock weapons and firearm provisions Quality: below average Price: average Variety: very low Haggling: is only allowed for certain items Owner: Dwarf male, drunk and scornful, but fair Stall Type: several oxcarts full of wares [b]Stall 8:[/b] Cold food, cured provisions Quality: adequate Price: below average Variety: above average Haggling: firm but reasonably priced Owner: Bretonian female, distressed, limps Stall Type: large cart which opens to display wares [b]Stall 9: [/b] Blades, axes, mauls and other melee weapons Quality: average Price: average Variety: average Haggling: occasionally involves barter Owner: Zherpa male, optimistic, obnoxiously loud and mildly flamboyant Stall Type: tables, stands, carts[/hider] The dock workers and ship hands start working diligently upon payment, loading the supplies and rations for the expedition. The men were hearty and used to the labor, and would make quick work of the list and would be fully loaded before their departure with ample time to spare before the party would arrive. They would then shift to prepare the vessel and it's riggings for the departure. Decks would be freshly swabbed, sails checked, lists would be gone through, then gone through again. Taking to the seas was a major endeavor, and it was not advised to sail if one were ill prepared. The sea was no place to be stranded or without all the necessary equipment. It would be bad enough for the individual, but multiply that by an entire crew and well, you get the picture... all sorts of problems begin to pile up, exponentially. Starvation within days, and those that turn to eating the flesh of other men when things get desperate. One would be better to take one's own pistol to their head and save themselves the despair. Percival shuddered to think about it, and was content with his station at the tavern. All affairs seemed to be in order, so long as the party adhered to the schedule everything would be in accord with the day's plans, though that would be a feat in itself. [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f2807a98-52ad-4c8a-a13d-c02a469f45e4.png[/img][/center] [b][i][h3][color=00aeef]The Faded Lantern, around seven...[/color][/h3][/i][/b] The items requested from the markets were delivered promptly as Percival was in the middle of setting the table for the party to eat breakfast before their departure. He had set them in a meeting room as to not be disturbed by any of the other patrons. The kitchen staff had prepared quail eggs, sweet pork sausage links, freshly made biscuits and hot breads, fruit tarts and a basket of fresh fruits, including oranges, grapes, persimmons, plumbs, and melons sliced to eat. The aroma filled the hallway as the servers brought it to the table, right on schedule. For everything that the Faded Lantern lacked in, the kitchen and it's staff were to make up for the lot of it. No finer food could be found in the slums, or the docks, and was a little known secret to those who did not wish to congregate with the likes of those who frequented the district, and it could be said that perhaps that was the way that they liked it. Percival made his way down to to accept the goods and to take them to Neh'miah's room. He knocked briskly upon the door and made mention of his parcel and then went back to his duties with preparing for the party's departure. He still needed to divvy out their allotted coin and separate them all, with a small care package of sweet breads and dried plums...[/color]