[AW+] Silver and Gold, Yours for Ours
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Salvia ordered her to Krokar, to broker some trades with the wolves of the river. Everything she knew about them came to her, and it was unfortunately very little. It made her decidedly uneasy and uncomfortable to go in so blindly but she had done just the same with Aniwaya and came back with neat tidings for the other women of the higher ranks. Without much more than a few moments worth of information, the woman went as ordered to Krokar.


She took their wagon to fill with the trading goods, those from the storage shed, personal ones, the favors others had asked of her, and the spaces for those too weak to walk to take up. She herself sat upfront with the horses, along with one of the other Salsolan's that chose to come along. The wagon had lurched and bumped along old human roads until they came to the borders of the pack.


There, they dismounted quickly. They set up what they could on display, undoing the horses from the wagon to let them rest in the cool shade nearby. They seemed happy enough with nothing to pull and chewed at the grass where they were tied. The other horses brought with them were tied up around them, to keep the equines together. Isabella watched with happy satisfaction as her people set up their little wares and bits. Lengths of treated furs were hung up on low laying branches, especially her own mate's. She herself had brought the usual bit of herb and floral oils, as well as more dried bits.


Then, the coydog lifted that pretty head of hers and howled, calling for those of Krokar to come partake of their wares. Satisfied that she was heard, the Ambassador returned to her cart and began to tally what they had so they did not get swindled. Hopefully nothing of the like would happen.


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Beatrice had set off to the caravan as soon as she was able -- for it was the most exciting thing that she had seen in a hand span of days. Her pockets were laden with her own wares, though her most valuable items were hidden in her grotto. She walked with her hands in her pockets, her large ears pricked through dark hair and trained towards the group of wolves that had set up camp at Krokars borders. For a long time she simply watched, her expression curious as their beautiful leader checked their inventory, her face impassive. Beatrice was impressed with their display, though her eyes lingered a moment too long on the woman's gem-like eyes.

She padded her way forward, her tail swishing behind her. Isabella stood alongside her wares, her expression cool. Her hair fell in waves down her back, and she was dressed much differently then the wolves of Krokar. Beatrice clicked her teeth, and stroked one of the furs with the flat of her hand, a low whistle escaping her lips.

"Nice loot," she offered with a quirk of her lips, "got anythin' y'think'd suit me?" She grinned, "I've been lookin' fer somethin' t'really bring out t'color of m'eye." She chuckled, and hefted a dagger from the table in her hand, spinning it idly before putting it back down. The balance was impeccable, and for a moment she felt her chest rise -- impressed. Her gaze sharpened, "What else y'got?"





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Lilith had heard of the caravan amidst the general boat building talk. The blonde female had gathered what wines she could carry with one hand; the only thing she really had to trade, and went to where it was set up after the leader had howled. The blonde dog smirked to herself, those who knew this group was coming wouldn't even be in the territory, but at the edges. The optime slowly went past the wares, hoping to find someone that had a knife or two. Though it was true she could cut her fruit with the dagger she had procurred before losing her arm, she didn't want to use the weapon for such a task.


Lilith took note that she wasn't the only member present here. The other Luperci seemed familiar to her as she passed, but that could wait for another time. The female had finally spotted some knives that could serve her purpose, so she went to speak to the one trying to sell or trade them. "Nice wares, I have wines to trade. They are quite good, you may taste if you doubt me." her wines were also stronger than normal, due to a ingrediant that only she used. The blonde smiled, confident enough in her brew's quality to gain the items that she needed. Maybe she would find something else that caught her eye that she didn't necissarily need, but wanted and would have enough of her wine left to get it.



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OOC: 300+ Theon had reindeer antlers/wool, dried fish, fish oil, and well peserved mink hides

Theon was a fellow of simple pleasures, he enjoyed to drink and sleep and play his lyre. Though, he also enjoyed a good trade when it came his way. As much as he distrusted the sneaky Salsolans for all their secrets and tricks, he could not deny that they had good pickings about them. They were wealthy in things that he did not know how to make and he made his way through the sifting canines with his dark coat opened and flared against the summer heat.


For the past weeks he had had his mind elsewhere and enjoyed nothing more than the feel of the sun against his ashen head. But there was business to be had and he brought a soft leather bag stuffed with the remnants of his last trade journey. He remembered the fight in the bar that night all too well and enjoyed the memory that it brought, but not the sore head that had occurred the day after.


There was business to be had though and he came close, shouldering through the greenhorns from which he hardly knew their names. Theon had no favor to remember names and he was unenthusiastic to try at this time. He shouldered his back and inched towards the floral oils. He could smell their pungent odor and was immediately entranced. He was keen to make a deal but didn't want to appear overly enthusiastic about it. "Fine goods," He commented airily, running calloused fingers through his windswept hair, growing long enough to danger across his eyes. "Your pack must be quite wealthy." Theon cracked an innocent smile, imagining the sneaky devils enjoying their prosperity. From what he had gleaned, their numbers were strong too. But much of his thoughts were based on speculation and gossip, he had no intentions to make enemies or petty drama with their neighboring pack.


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He had made this trip before, though to a different location, but it served his secondary purpose to accompany the caravan. Basilaris was not suited for trade, though Salvia had once tried to make it so, but he understood the purpose and function of this duty now because of it. She had business in the north, with these people, and Isabella had some sort of function in this.

Basilaris, too, was a piece of the machine. His job was obvious.

Massive and laying in the shade of one of the carts, the white wolf watched the procession of traders in silence. By learning their faces, and listening for key things, he would be of more use to his sister. It was his sincere hope they would come across something useful—he doubted the woman he had been told to look for would be present—but it was a task he was suited to.

More than that, though, the ferocious looking thing beneath the cart was there to keep order. He would be fastest on four legs, and more capable in combat.

Unfortunately, he had not come alone. The girl with him, wearing beads and feathers in her hair, had brought items in a similar nature to her decor. She had a collection of snake-oil charms and voodoo trinkets that were laid out on an intricate looking blanket, colored like a mandala but with stitching throughout. Morgana had a friendly face and inviting body language, and fiddled with a half-made necklace as she waited for trade to come her way.


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It did not take long for them to come to the wagon, and they seemed interested. A handful had come prepared or knew exactly what they had in mind. Others browsed, but they were the ones who were more eager to spend on more frivolous things. Isabella hid any of her distaste and superior airs. Instead, she let herself give off a warm aura and a smile that boded well of generosity and eagerness. It was an easy game to play for one as her, who had played it so often before.


The one eyed woman came with her piratical lilt and hefted a dagger. The balance was good but it was also a very good dagger, expensive at that. The comment elicited a tinkling laugh from the Ambassador as she jutted out a hip and crossed her arms over her chest. A finger tapped at her chin thoughtfully. "Depends on what kind of flattering you want. Do you want something on the shiny side or more so on the garment side?" Lillith had given her wares to bring with for trade and those would go to personal stocks of wealth.


Another came up and offered wine, but Isabella smiled a little more sharply. "Oh? How old are these wines? What's the taste like? Sweet or dry?" she asked, knowing what she preferred but wanted to see the actual value of what she was being offered. "Human or new brew?" The shrewd business woman in her knew not to part with something as valuable as good daggers for as little as a single bottle or two.


And a male. Unabashedly, Isabella shot him a long appraising sort of look. Men were more inclined to sample the goods if there was interest from the get go. She had not often used it after leaving that part of her life behind, but it never hurt to flash all the wares, even if she was not about to give them all up. "We make it our business to provide variety, even if multiple people provide the goods," she said with a toothy smile, wondering who would make an attempt to buy first.

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Beatrice watched the woman with a calculated expression as others slowly trickled in behind her -- she took note of the hulking secui man who lay sprawled sphynx-like beneath the beams of their cart -- and the somewhat familiar faces of other Krokarans who were each looking to make a trade. Her eye narrowed upon their approach, though she listened keenly as they each went about their business. A woman beside the cart toyed with jewelry, and for a moment Beatrice clicked her teeth curiously -- though was instantly drawn back to Isabella as she jutted out a hip, her voice thoughtful.

"Shiney." Beatrice responded automatically, "Definitely shiney." Sometimes the crew of the Saltwarter Storm had labelled the woman as 'Uracca' -- the Magpie. Her bunker had been laden with pilfered items, some of more value then others, but all with the same sheen to them. She knew better then to partake in items from within her own territory, and it was for this reason that she had begun the search for her Underthing -- a grotto where the woman could amass her hoard. Beatrice lifted a glittering chain to inspect with a critical expression, "What're y'lookin' t'trade for?"

Krokar dealt in cured fish and wooden items -- from what she had seen since joining -- though she knew that there were others that could be commissioned for greater things. The would-be trader only had one useful skill outside of being an excellent thief and a master of slight of hand... but somehow she was sure that her cartography skills would not buy her something useful.

Her eyes slid to the red-gold woman and her vibrant blanket, and she clucked her tongue, shouting across to her, "How much fer one o'yer charms?"




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Lilith listened to the questions, a grin on her face but serious set of mind. "They just came to full fermentation, I brewed them. Sweet taste." she always used fruits in her wines, though that did not necessarily prevent them from tasting dry. "They are quite...strong." she added, just in case. Now though, as she listened to the one with the wares, she had a feeling that she would have to bargain hard to get anything. That was fine, she enjoyed a challenge every now and then when it came to trading.

The female went to cross her arms, forgetting again that she only had one, the action resulting in her holding her stub. "Three wines for one of your knives." she offered, knowing that the price would have to be set high, then perhaps she could lower it. Yet she felt that this other canine would go higher, she seemed like the type who considered her items better than all else. Lilith could somewhat understand that kind of thinking, but it might mean that she didn't procure any items at all today. Her smile fading, her face showed the seriousness that she felt towards the trade.

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