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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[motherfucking_ghost]

[He can't help but laugh--not at her, but man, he isn't sure where to start with that. He's not sure he can say he's ever been wanted somewhere before, but she's not entitled to his fucked up confusing story. So. He'll pretend the laughter is at her innocent food question and not her really pessimistic if not inaccurate description of life and fighting in fucking medieval times.]

Fries are strips of potato fried in oil. Really good with salt and ketchup. Ooo, or vinegar, if you're into that. Never trust anyone who dips their fries in milkshakes. Pizza bites, okay, so there's the food pizza, flattened baked dough covered in sauces and cheeses and meats and veggies and whatever you want, so a pizza bite is like a rolled up mini version of that you just pop in your mouth, way less messy. And fully delicious.

[earthbones]

[Life is life, as she's lived it. As she keeps living it. The dragon devours his own tail in the end and so is his own end, and she keeps the Green Pact--]

I could eat a bit of it. The meat bit. [Time to test this on a rifter to see how it goes down.] It's religious.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, okay, cool. Maybe whip you up just like a big meat platter instead or something?

[earthbones]

You know cheese is on that list, a meat platter's pretty bare. That and mushrooms, they're not plants. [When you have a strict set of rules, guess what, you'll know every damned loophole you're comfortable with.] Need to ration the mammoth cheese too, this'll be the last of it when that's gone.