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Nikolai · **08-06-2010, 05:54 AM**

He watched huffily as the girl sped away, and seemed to disregard the woman beside him as she spoke, although he waited for her to finish. "...Tch!" Childishly, he scrunched up his face and shot an accusing glare at Antrekk in a way that utterly failed to be remotely intimidating. "You dolt, you've gone and frightened her away!" He put away the vial and folded his arms, and with a huff, he relaxed. He discreetly looked over the displays the highlander had laid out. They were nice, and clearly well made, but he wasn't about to tell him that. He then sized up the man himself. Look at him, all... come to think of it, what didn't he like about him again? His thought process was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat.

Hiname Wrote:"AHAM! ... Well, yes, Those flyiers are mine. The Silver Anvil is my idea and guild, being a place for crafters of all kinds, on the way of being a brand known for quality and dedication. Or at least thats where things have to start."

He looked at the woman, somewhat surprised. "Ah!-- you say you're the proprietor? Well! It just so happens that I discovered one of your fliers myself, and if I may be so bold, I have a few questions-- first of which being, how about a change of scenery? The Drowning Wench is just across the way." He motioned with his hand toward the Mizzenmast, where, indeed, the Drowning Wench tavern beckoned. Smiling warmly at her, he made her an offer: "I'll treat you to a drink, and we can talk business. What do you say?"

Antrekk · **08-07-2010, 01:20 AM**

Scowling at the fact that a potential customer had turned away his fine wears, Antrekk payed no mind to the Midlander's scolding. He let out a long sigh, then with a genuinely hurt look on his face, began rolling his wares back up into a bundle.

"She not know what missing..." He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to gaze at the clouds overhead. "Such fine skin going to waste, when not touching great wares of Antrekk, son of Bannikov..."
But his mourning was cut short by the exchange nearby.

sweetidealism Wrote:"I'll treat you to a drink, and we can talk business. What do you say?"

"You purchase refreshment for all? WONDERFUL! YOU GREAT MAN!" He then looked to Hiname, "I want hear more about theese silver anvil, let us make merry and have drink."

Nikolai · **08-08-2010, 06:40 AM**

Antrekk Wrote:"You purchase refreshment for all? WONDERFUL! YOU GREAT MAN!" He then looked to Hiname, "I want hear more about theese silver anvil, let us make merry and have drink."

The midlander flinched at this statement, and turned quickly to face the man looking rather distressed. "Ah! No, I didn't mean... well, I suppose, sure, why not? Although, of course, it's up to miss... ah..."
He had realized suddenly that he had never gotten the woman's name. He awkwardly gestured in a way that he hoped conveyed that he was inviting her to speak her name.

Kylin · **08-09-2010, 10:18 AM**

((OOC: I've cleaned this thread up a bit by removing everything starting from Mikhael's entrance. Mikhael, it may be best to just observe for awhile before jumping into any RP. We can talk more about it in your post in the Pub section. Everyone else, carry one please.))

Hiname · **08-18-2010, 07:22 AM**

[ There. ugh... about damn time to find back the time and energy to go back to RP'ing and taking care of the rest of stuff. Well then, where were we... ]

"Very well... let us grab a drink and I'll tell more."
On the way, she grabbed one of the flyers she postet all over the city and sighed while looking at it. "The Silver Anvil... one might say it is pretty much much idea of how to help the countless adventurers that seek to save the world from evil lately." She shrugged faintly, with some of thoughtfull expression on her face.

"Plus, some things about history really made me sick. The bards always tell storys of great heroism, the brave hero killing the morbol, saving the princess and hell knows what. So.. I doubt he picked up his weapon at the local store. Why does such storys never tell the missing details, so to say. Im sick of the heroes getting the fame and those who they got their weapons for remaining unknown and unhonored for all time. The Silver Anvil... I plan to make it a grand guild. A place for crafters and salesman from all over the world. As a guild to sell goods of every craft, as a brand famous throughout the world."
While mentioning the last part, her eyes were almost sparkling, shining in grandeur and visions of a wealthy future.

berdyne · **08-19-2010, 12:09 PM**

After wandering around the city Berdyne sits by bench a taking a break a fly-er and hat get scuffed by the milling crowd beside her pack. Inspecting the hat briefly she dusts it off setting it on-top of her bag as her ears twitch at the heated conversation reaching her ears. Turning back to the fly-er she reads it with a little interest. Berdyne stands picking up the hat and bag carrying each in a hand she walks over to the conversation with a bit of interest and intending to hand back the fly-er and find the person who lost her hat at least she thinks that's what she heard.

Richter · **08-19-2010, 01:19 PM**

A tired and exhausted Midlander was only just waking up from a bench nap at the Octant, somehow unaware of the conversation that had just recently taken place. As he erected himself in front of the bench, yawning loudly and without opening his eyes, he opens up and looks at his watch. It's mid-day, and there are great score of men and women in the streets.

"Well then, I think I'll be off to the sea. It's rather about time that I do something exciting today -- now what is this?" Richter had now just noticed a flyer that had been swept to his feet by the rushing traffic of the day crowd, and by the sea breeze that put Limsa into motion. As he picked the flyer up and read the contents, an interesting thought came to his mind. "Well, if this guild is to be populated with crafters of many a trade, then they could use materials. Indeed, this is good service for me!"

Richter decided that it would be best to head down to the Drowning Wench to get a drink and see if the proprietor of this fashionable venture would be present today. "It's only reasonable that they would head down there; on the other hand, there are various other bars and watering holes in the selection, so it may take a bit of traveling to contact them." Richter, flyer in hand, began to make an excited jog down to the famed bar in the hope of finding a job for this fine establishment. He could only expect to see someone.

Len · **08-19-2010, 01:57 PM**

( Len feeling rather bored and making a visit to Limsa Lominsa while planning to find an inn to stay in for the night comes across a flyer that hits him dead in the face )
" what is this?" ( he says as he starts to read through it carefully then thinks to himself )
" Silver Anvil? " ( not up to much yet decides to seek them out of curiousity and inorder to get more information on their apparent service , in doing so notices a man with that same paper reading it carefully { Richter } and figures he knows what this is about so he follows him inorder to learn more about this group )

berdyne · **08-19-2010, 02:50 PM**

Walking up to the group standing beside Antrekk looking a bit nervous. Ã¢Â€ÂœUm did some one loose a hat?Ã¢Â€Â Folding the fly-er she stuffs it into the bag to look at later, perhaps she will find out more later right now she was exploring the world beyond her small town.

UnbeknownstGhost · **08-20-2010, 03:07 AM**

(OOC: I hope you don't mind if I... sit in?)

Ghost sat in an empty corner of the Drowning Wench. The Mercenaries Corner he like to think of it. People tended to stay away from a large highlander in battle scarred plate with a with a a very large axe leaning against a wall within quick reach. Ghost took his mug of... something, probably watered down ale, and took a drink. After a moment he sighed, absently tapping his full-face helm laying on the table with his other hand. Well this is horribly boring, he thought, I wonder if they have any good food here? Perhaps a good cobbler? Or a well spiced meat dish? Ooh, or pie! I would love a good pie. Soon after this thought he waved a servant girl over. The girl approached Ghost timidly.

"Uhm, uh, y-yes?" She asked.

"I would like a slice of your finest pie please." Ghost said in a moderatly deep voice.

The girl blinked a few times, "P-p-pie?"

Ghost stared blankly at the girl for a moment, "I hope pie isn't some code for freshly chopped midlander?"

"N-no!" The girl said enthusiastically, waving her arms, her eys widening.

"Oh, good, cuz I would love some pie now?"

"R-right, uh, right away." She said as she scurried off.

Ghost sighed and leaned back in his wooden chair. I hope they have good pie.

Nikolai · **08-20-2010, 01:47 PM**

As the group walked along and the woman divulged her plans, the man grinned, eyes glinting, though it seemed the meaning of his prior gesturing had been missed; she had still not given her name. Alas, he would take a more direct approach in a moment; still grinning, he commented as they yet moved, "A lofty ambition. I like it."

They were then again interrupted by another girl claiming to have found a hat; indeed, she was carrying it. The man, rather intent on getting to the tavern sooner than later, seemed a little impatient, but was markedly more cordial than he had been with Antrekk. He reluctantly stopped to answer, "Yes, there was a woman earlier who indeed claimed to have lost a hat. She ran off in that direction," he said, pointing lazily, "with intent to return to us when she found it. She had blackish, reddish hair; if you manage to find her, do let her know we'll be at the Wench, won't you?" He nodded at her decisively, and without awaiting a response, continued toward the tavern, which was then, in fact, only a few steps away.

"As I was saying," he segued quite smoothly as he pulled a chair from the table nearest to the entrance of the Wench and immediately took a seat, "it seems as though you've got some pretty big dreams. I admire that."
He then laughingly added with a wink, "Reminds me of me. Ah, but I have one question; how, exactly, do you intend to go about bringing it to fruition?" He suddenly took a quite more serious demeanor, and he gazed levelly at the proprietor-woman from his seat.

Kale · **08-20-2010, 02:30 PM**

The doors to the Wench suddenly flew open and a Hyur man stumbles into the tavern with a bucket over his head.

"Privy, WHERE'S THE PRIVY!?" he cries.

An already frightened looking waitress points towards a corner in the back.

"B-Behind the counters, to your left."

The man stumbles over to the counter and slams a piece of paper with a nail dangling on one of its edges onto it's surface, startling the barkeep.

"Hold that for me- I need that for later, I'll pay you some gils', but for now-" The mans stomach began roaring uncontrollably. "OH GODS- MERCY!"

The man disappears behind the corner, all the while screaming "I'M GOING TO CRUSH THAT MIDGET!" The bewildered barkeep wonders briefly to himself what just happened, and looks over at what the man left behind. It was a flier mentioning what the barkeep percieved to be some sort of a Merchants' Guild, aptly titled, "The Silver Anvil."

Richter · **08-20-2010, 02:48 PM**

Indeed, as Richter was in his joy jog down to the Dolphin, he had sighted yet another Mi'qote vectoring towards the Adventurer's Guild, though with a peculiar hat in hand. Knowing that he was not privy to why she had it, he shrugged and kept pace down to the Drowning Wench. "Then again, she is following the group that's also heading- wait, now she's going back, and did that man say that someone desperately need said hat? ...No matter.". It would be of no matter to him, as his arrival at the Dolphin was nigh, and he was well-ahead of the main group. By the time they arrived, he'd be with some sparkling water, a nice waitress, some bread, and a mind set on his next adventure.

--It certainly didn't go as planned. The minute that Richter, sweaty from a long jog and breathing like an enslaved kobold on a death march (--he prefers not to talk about that), had descended a tier from the Octant and to the Dolphin -- that was when he saw the man with a stand-out look: urgently running in, and with a bucket on head. Richter suddenly stopped to see said man storm into the Guild and loudly ask for the bar privy. Clearing his throat upon noticing the passer-bys who were also bemused, Richter made a lovely comment he did: "Now this man -- THIS man must have seen the new show! And I do wish to know which one it was." Richter, noticing that the door was closing, quickly skipped in through the passageway and found a table near the front, in the event that he needed to make haste. "Barkeep! Yes, I'd like your best sparkling water and a regular loaf."

While waiting for his meal to arrive, the wiry and active Midlander spotted a conspicuous flyer bolted to the guild bar. Getting up to look at, he finds it to be the very same flyer that he possessed himself. "It would seem to be a good day for the proprietor. Though I lack interest in the guild itself, I could get them some supplies out in the wild -- anything to give me something to do right now."

berdyne · **08-20-2010, 03:04 PM**

Nodding her thanks Berdyne walks off to find the girl who lost her hat. Giving a confused look as the Hyur man runs past with the bucket on his head. Shaking her head partly amused she returns to searching for the girl.

Midaja · **08-20-2010, 05:45 PM**

With a low sigh Midaja slowly returned to the setting of the prior events, blinking a few times as everyone went off, especially the rather heavy built tailor, and with them her chance of getting a new hat immediately. So she just stand there, in the middle of the street, starting to think. After a few minutes she seemed to have made her decision and turned right, only to be surprised by a hyur woman standing there, having arms folded and looking quite sternly.

"Hey, girl, what do you think you're doing, standing in the middle of a crowded street with your big ears not recording anything? Move you're ass! You're blocking the way!" and with one finger she pointed at a big chocobo.
Not saying anything the young Miqo'te stepped aside, watching the elegant bird passing by. She blinked a few times, having forgotton what she had intended to do.

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