Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-11457306-20150405031034

Lorelai didn't have much gold, but she had trade goods in her pack. Feathered Jewelry, such as the women of the Reach wore, gemstones set in silver and gold, finely crafted and enchanted pouches and strong potions made up her inventory. These were the things she made in her spare time, when she wasn't hunting and fishing or caring for her small gardens, set up in various places in the forested region of Falkreath and Whiterun Holds. She ranged far and had several lodgings high in the trees. These were not fancy dwellings of course, just small dwellings hidden in the branches. She had been on her way to Falkreath for trade when she had crossed Blaine's trail.

Now she bargained hard at several stalls, arguing and extolling the virtues of this or that and coming out ahead in most of the deals. She was selling good stuff and the vendors knew it. She soon had a pack bulging with supplies and a good bit of gold as well. She offered Blaine an ale. She slipped two more into her pouch and uncorked a bottle of cider for herself. She walked them toward a food stall last and bought a brace of meatsticks for both of them. Then they sauntered toward the outer ring of the stalls where the beggars were gathered.

(I must go now, sorry.  Must be up early to finish the cooking and go to my mother's house.)