Pyotr sat back as Umichi appeared, giving him a camp little wave as she withdrew a drink from her inventory. She sipped at it as the two of them chatted, away in their own little world... They had some chemistry for sure, even if they didn't seem to realise it yet. It was quite sweet really, in a realfag kinda way.
Well, good luck to them, she thought absently as her eyes roved the room in search of distraction. No-one else had dragged themselves out of bed thus far, but there were a couple of other patrons in the inn. Pyotr observed them with bleary half-interest, wondering if she had any "rare" items she could flog off to them at exorbitant rates. Her stock of trade items had grown significantly since joining the party, as together they were capable of much more efficient farming. The others had mostly just sold the junk to town vendors, but Pyotr had made a point of stockpiling almost everything, only selling the truly useless stuff to pay for food and lodgings. Who knew when a hundred boar's tusks might come in handy?
As she was considering the possibility of selling them as a decorative novelty item, she spied another player wolfing his way through a pub breakfast. One eyebrow slowly rose as she evaluated his youthful face and equipment. Obviously he would be the same sort of level as the rest of them, it was only day five after all, but he didn't seem to have any companions... and as they say, opportunity doesn't knock twice. She sauntered over, pasting a game-winning smile across her face.
'Hey there. Can I interest you in some premium, one-of-a-kind trade items?' She sat down across from him before he could react and began laying out items like a shop bazaar.
'Cooked foods, better than the slop you get in here, quality second-hand equipment and enough novelty boar tusks to equip an army of Vikings.' She laid down a small metal plaque with a flourish, emblazoned with the words 'Pyotr's Emporium'.
'Whaddaya say? Should we talk prices?'@Eklispe