Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191103155836

Jofrodr jumped down from the carriage. "Well, would you be in the market for a cart and a work horse?"

Roaldr examined the cart that they had come in with. "This is one the one that I sold you."

"It isn't, we had to sell that one in Dagastar. This is one we took from the bandits that stole your mare." Jof explained.

Roaldr scratched his chin. "They aren't in the best of shape. I'll give you 50 gold for both."

"What? You being stingy with us now. You just gave Reyl 800 as a reward..."

"Exactly, that was as thanks. This is business. 50 Eyrir is my final offer, take it or leave it." Roaldr cut him off. He demeanor had changed to that of a business man. He wasn't letting his personal feelings cloud his mercantile sense.

"Fine fine." Jof traded the cart and the second horse for the 50 gold coins and then turned to Reyl. "Let's go home, I long for some proper sleep in my own bed."

Kal healed her wounds.

By the time she reached Elisiv, the Companion was already on her feet. She was still bleeding from the wound she took from the knives. She had removed them and left them on the ground. "You manage to kill that shit-boot? I seem to be fine, that poison wasn't fatal. It was probably just some sort of paralysis poison meant to disorient you and make you an easier target for his attacks."