Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-25127382-20160608110820

Victor was practicing fencing against his daughter Elise right outside the gates to Nchuand-Zel, with his son Lucas sitting to the side, resting. His Bosmer economic advisor Valerie approached him.

"Milord, we have a request of trade from Falkreath. They are requesting a trade of forty septims for every ten pounds of iron we sell them. What are your orders?"

"Well... Huh?" Elise had attacked him while he was distracted, but he dodged despite that. "Very good, Elise. Opportunity. Could we cease practice for a minute?"

"Yes, father." Elise replied.

"Right!" Victor exclaimed. "Reply to the Jarl of Falkreath, that we will send ten pounds of raw iron for forty septims, but offer to refine the iron into ingots for an additional septim per pound."

(Trade accepted. 40 for 10 pounds of ore, or 50 for 10 pounds of ingots.)