Dora
Ylbrett Hamerfall
**The Arwin

"Sure thing", he replies, placing the coins onto the counter for her father to count through. 

With her approval, he heads over to the main-door. Opening it, he is met with the sight of his men starring blankly at him. He gestures at three of the men - "Stuff that's on the counter, boys. And be careful not to break anything whilst in here", he commands. The men slide out of their respective saddles and proceed with the task assigned to them by Ylbrett. Whilst this is happening, Ylbrett walks back to the counter - "Many thanks for your business, madam - fine quality items at an affordable price. Before I leave, I've a question. You don't happen to know of any available work that might suit the likes of myself and mine, do you?"
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

She gave a kind little wave in the direction of his men's footsteps as a greeting. "I suppose you and your men are not looking to stop foxes from getting into chicken coops. You can try the board in the town square, but I am not sure that much anyone here either requires or can afford your form of services. Personally..." She puts a hand on her chest, indicating herself. "I would try asking the nobility in these lands. They always have some sort of quarrel going on that needs attention. Trust me. I would know." She lightly cocked her head to the side and tapped her blindfold with two fingers. "I genuinely do wish you the best of luck, Mister Hammerfall."
Dora
Ylbrett Hamerfall
**The Arwin

The man lets out a disappointing sigh - "You are correct regarding the former, and in terms of the later... Everyone is holding onto their coin giving the current circumstances."

Meanwhile, his men remove the last of the newly acquired supplies. "All's done, Cap'n", one of them speaks from beneath the doorway. Ylbrett clears his throat and clicks his fingers - "Well then, we'll be off. Many thanks once more for your service."

With this, he offers both her and the father a bow of the head prior to exiting the establishment, closing the door behind himself.
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"Farewell, Mister Hammerfall. Please come again!" Cecelia politely said as he shut the door. As she continued to face the door she smiled. "A rather good purchase, no?" Her father chuckled and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Cici." He addressed her, his tone singsong. "The normal price would have been at least a hundred gold. That was far more than a fair price, my dear daughter." 

She smiled wider and crossed her arms. "Perhaps, but he seemed a nice man, and besides, it would be nice to have more regular customers. Sometimes, the best business method is to be generous. I believe *You* Were the one to teach me that, father?" 

"Damn you." He laughed and shook his head. "You're going to become a better merchant than me. Whatever shall I do with you?" 

"A better merchant than the likes of the *Great* Johnathan Arwin? Impossible!" She laughed as well, pulling her father into a hug. 

"Best you not forget it" He lovingly and sarcastically responded. "I think this will be a good day, Cecelia" 

"I believe so as well." She agreed.
Frank
Prince Nickles 
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore

Prince Nickles huffed noisily through his nose as he struggled to push his wheelbarrow over the unevenly cobbled street. The contents of wheelbarrow rattled without rest, hidden under a moth-eaten blanket. 

"I shall sell these babies if it's the last thing I do," Nickles snapped at an innocent couple passing by. The startled man tripped on a raised cobble in the midst of casting Nickles an admonishing frown. With great effort, Nickles diverted his wheelbarrow and doubled back, just in time to run over the man's hand as he attempted to get off the ground. The single wheel crushed his fingers and he screamed in pain. 

"*You idiot!*" The man cried, clutching his injured hand to his chest and rolling onto his back. His face was red and bunched up in pain. Nickles ran off down the street. He had business to attend to. 

Violently, the boy rammed his wheelbarrow into the front door of the Arwin Residence. He stepped back and fluffed his red hair, ready to take on whoever was on the other side of the door.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
**The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore**

"Ah, goddamn..." *The Armored man spoke as he let out a heavy exhalation, looking up at the sky as he wandered down the street. It was obvious the man was a warrior of some orientation, as if the armor covering his person was not indication enough then the sword at his side and the shield on his back probably finished up the look. His rucksack was also rather full, suggesting a certain amount of strength. Coming from Azarya, even these temperatures were something quite foreign to him. He was used to it being piss all cold all 12 months of the year.*

*As he walked down the roads of the North Shore, he couldn't help but notice something.. And that something was the event of a certain man just giving the work to another one's hand with a wheelbarrow. It was bizarre to say the least.. And the fact that the contents were underneath a blanket as tattered as that didn't make it any less odd, but who was he to incriminate people? But his destination did catch his eye, as he looked at the sign of the building.. A trading company, huh? He put a hand to the purse at his side, he still had a decent amount of coin left and he could probably do with dropping off some of the things he had picked up during his travels here. If not, he could still take a look about the place.*

"Well then.. May as well." *He shrugged as he came over to the same door that the boy had stepped in front of, and waited beside him with arms crossed. He was already in front of the door, so... He figured he would go inside eventually.*