crystal; open

[earthbones]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Brónach
RECIPIENT: Open
WHAT: Goods and services trading
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall; in and around the Gallows
NOTES: ooc post for dragon shout log + dragon shout log will go up soonish.

I have a need of certain items as well as assistance with something...something you can speak to me privately about, I don't know how to stop everyone hearing things on this yet. I'm willing to trade services of my own or goods for these; I'm a talented smith of many years from hide and leather through any metals, glass, bone or tusk - the last two are best for bows, we're known for making the finest bows you'd ever have a hand on. I've hunted since childhood so if it's meat for your own larder or a pelt to do what you will with or whatever other parts, I can supply those.

The assistance would need to be somewhere not the city. Somewhere private. Quiet. There's no danger to you, I only wish to see how greatly arriving through a rift may have changed me. The second is where I might come by a still. [And there's a pause, verging on awkward. She knows.] For milk. And somewhere the still might be put to not offend or be disturbed.

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[justice_is_blond]

I can offer help. ...And I believe I've failed to get your name twice now.

Private

[earthbones]

It's what we spoke about. In Nevarra. I looked at a map or two here so somewhere with less people would-- If it still happens. [She doesn't know. Doesn't know if she wants it to. Doesn't know what it means. Destiny's not a thing you slip on or off like a cloak.] It's Brónach, think I get called that here more than I ever did…

[Elf. Dragonborn. Thief. Listener. Companion. Harbinger. Nightingale. Thane. Ysmir. Dovahkiin. More slip through her fingers as time does from the wings of Alduin-Akatosh, another thing to get better at again.]

[justice_is_blond]

The shouting? I'm interested in seeing it, too, so I'd be glad to give you assistance.

And I'm Anders.

[earthbones]

Most of the shouts I liked most weren't things you saw; what good is fire breathing if you don't want the draugr to see you?

And you're not a priest, are you? [A lazy forgetful fuck of a priest leaving the amulet that grants him his power in the crypt with the walking skeletons like a lazy forgetful fuck.]

[justice_is_blond]

I'm no priest, [he says with a snicker.] The religious people in Thedas are... not fans of mine, and I am not fans of many of them.

As far as the other question, fair enough. I suppose you're not wanting to set the draugr on fire. I'd still like to join you. Where am I coming?

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[iceblade]

If you've need of my aid, you can have it. This sounds interesting, at least.

[As for the rest:]

I bet you could find a still in Lowtown or if you're brave enough, Darktown. In either case, someone always wants to drink enough to forget they live there. I'd try the markets before venturing underground; you never know what you might catch, down there.

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[earthbones]

It has to be out of the way of other people. If it works. Don't know what going through a rift means for it.

[How changed am I, how much of me is left. The Fade and the dreamsleeve because she doesn't sleep well even with the beast blood purged, restless shut up in the Gallows so there are books, and books, and books for the reading. How do you escape it?]

There's nothing here that I haven't met a cousin of or worse in Skyrim. But it's a long way to go for a thing I need to check on if the weather is so shit here people can't cope. For something they might...object to. The Nords would be laughing - would your people be laughing at this, Skadi-not-a-Nord?

[iceblade]

Honestly? As long as its potent, my people would appreciate it more likely than not. The only brews we have the sense to avoid are the dwarven ones, but everyone knows not to drink that shite. You do what you will, Bronach.

I have a camp at the foothills of the mountains nearby. That's out of the way of other people by design. We can meet up, and I'll show you the way.

[earthbones]

I was meaning this weather, not the drink. Mead smells like goat piss with honey mixed in as if that's going to change that it's piss. [But there's no rancor in her voice, aiming for a joke but falling flat. A person who finds confinement grating very thin already.] Nords have snows and ice worse than this all year, no one complains.

How sturdy are the mountains there?

[iceblade]

Aye, and neither do the Avvar. The weather isn't anything to complain about, it's a challenge. That's what the lowlanders never understand, and why my people thrive in the Frostbacks. Live there, and you can live through anything.

I haven't encountered any avalanches, if that's what you mean. Other than that, we can find out!

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm all for a still, like, trust me, but--for milk?

[earthbones]

We ferment it. For drinking, no thunderbugs outside Valenwood so I can't make what I want but if I can get pig's milk I'd make Jagga. [A lifetime since Jagga it seems, an ache in her that comes crawling up and out; you ran, you left, you are gone. And yet--] Ferments same as mead or ale.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Fer...fermented milk. That--that just sounds like spoiled milk at that point?

But uh I got a friend who might be able to get you some specifics about still parts. Or like--actually making it might take some doing, but if you need the hard numbers behind it, Cosima might be able to help.

Didn't exactly pack the old still with me when we moved across the sea. Sure hope someone's taking good care of it back there, cuz it might, uh, otherwise have exploded--none of that's important, except for making booze that isn't ale and wine, haven't really had a good chance to start that back up.

[earthbones]

There's a difference. How do you think cheese happens? It's fermented too, just differently to this, even a giant can make cheese with nothing but skin and tusk to hold it.

[Don't ask the Bosmer about dairy, she arrived with one food item and it was an illegal amount of mammoth cheese in her pockets, it's still good.]

If she can point me with that, there's a lot I could make if we get the raw materials - I'm a smith, I smithed whatever someone needed me to. Elves can't be picky. [Less bitterness about that than you'd hear around these parts, it didn't come with a name they like to toss around in Thedas.] Did you plan to open a tavern before this?

[motherfucking_ghost]

My dude, I have no idea how cheese happens. Something about mold, I think? It's easier just to not think about it when you stuff your face with it.

I--yeah, I kinda wanted to open a place. Rifter friendly. You kinda see that less around here. Sssstuff happened. As it does. Someday, maybe! When shit's not fucked. [Super eloquent, Church.]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

I can ... procure some items for you if you need it. And I know a few smuggler's caves on the coast if you really need someplace private. They haven't been used in months.

[earthbones]

Just a still, anyone who sells milk cheap to an elf and rifter. I can do the milk myself but if you know a pig farmer it'd be a start. [If she can get enough pig's milk, what milk do they get here that's cheap enough for her hands? Maybe she can go look appropriately sisterly to these Dalish, bother those stupid deer and see what happens.] Cave won't work for what I'm doing, and not a place a smuggler was squating. Somewhere open, I think I might have those on a map but not a cave.

[Bosmer rifter kills Inquisition members by shouting the roof down on them, that'd go well.]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Oh! Well that's dead easy. I can get you a goat if you want. Better milk than pig's. You'll want a good still for ...whatever you're doing with the milk, and I can get those both from the alienage.

[What the Maker was she making? Fancy cheeses? Anyways.]

AH! .... then you'll want to head up the Sundermount.

[earthbones]

Milk from a pig is what we use for Jagga. If I have to I'll use something else but it's always pig.

[She's making drink that she can drink because she's been sober enough for a long time, that one time with a daedra notwithstanding.]

Mountains. Of course, mountains, it would always be mountains. No dragons in these mountains are there?

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

... Well all right, I can get you a pig to rent for ... pig milk. How much can you spare? Food, coin, maybe fresh clothes?

Nah, all the dragons are in the mine. Not sure how many are left ... or if there are any left honestly.

[limier]

What do you craft of glass?

[ good glasswork's rare, a valuable thing. ]

When you have acquired materials, the Gallows do not lack for space. I should be interested to hear of your results, upon both counts —

[ private ]

And if there is assistance that I might render, of course, I am at your disposal.

[earthbones]

Whatever needs crafted. Malachite is glass smithing so there were weapons, armour, but I put the windows in my home once too, same as hinges on the doors, beds, chests. [Practical pragmatic living when you're a thief who really would kind of like some sort of belonging again. Never say no to the requests someone might have of you.]

You might hear of the complaints, it's been-- [a laugh, bitter and choked] a year or two but I know that Jagga was an acquired enough taste no merchant ever traded in it.

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A place outside the city with little footfall. I could do things, haven't tried since I showed up since it was in one strange city then another but I'd like to know with others here to witness it. Might be of interest to you given where you sit.

[Head of the Forces might have an interest in it. Might also want to put her head on the block with a gag in her mouth. Alduin won't be coming to disrupt time for Brónach this time if she ends up where she was before.]

private;

[limier]

[ she doesn’t miss the edges to that laugh, the strain of it. not always a kind thing, is it? to speak of a home gone. the necessary things seldom are. ]

Wise to test. Others have witnessed changes.

[ hermione had a whole bloody theory on it, but that’s another face gone. ]

I am sturdier than most, should matters overrun, and Sundermount is a near enough journey. There are those that take residence upon it, but I do not think seclusion will be a tall order; when you are free, I will arrange the time.

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[earthbones]

If it's gone it's gone, still got the bow I had my whole life but it'd be better to know now, not later. Many others? Not that it matters, we're all from different places, who knows if it'd apply.

[< small>In the midst of battle? Blasting an ally?]

Sometimes a word is a shout. That's about all the other warning I can give. And not that I'm used to everyone giving a name but I wouldn't want to demonstrate this to the wrong person.

[limier]

Two I have spoken with. No doubt, there have been more. Abilities strange and alarming: A boy to warp minds. A woman to kill with a punch. You've my confidence, for so long as the Inquisition has your loyalty.