Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-25828117-20190914200344

Lysilde did not respond, instead she moved to the stall that was owned by the wine merchant that had gotten his goods from the Hellcat cargo.

The portly khajiit recognised the lady and smiled a wide grin.

"Ahhh. Good day, beautiful lady." He bowed as best as he could, given his physique.

"You have eye for good wine. Perhaps even gotten used to it already?" He laughed harder than the joke warranted but Lysilde showed a small smile.

"I wish to buy a barrel of Cyrodiil red."

The man seemed surprised by the amount. How was she even going to carry that. Still, he'd have earned a week's earnings if he sold.

"Certainly! This one knew you loved the good stuff."

He wandered over to one of the barrels set down by the side of the tent and started bringing it over on its edges with great effort.

"Not that one." Lysilde informed.

The khajiit looked surprised once more but wasn't going to question her. Gold was gold.

The aspirant pointed at the exact barrel she desired and brought her purse out to pay with big gold coins, worth a great amount.

By the time the wine vendor was there to accept with the barrel at his side he was trying to keep himself from wheezing.

"Perfect." She smiled once more, before turning to Baldr.

"Would you mind carrying that?"