Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Cecelia made her way around the bottom floor of the Arwin Residence, which was the family's mercantile business. The family lived on the second floor and allocated the first to selling their goods. She had long since been able to memorize the location of everything in the building, from the shelves to the counter. She even knew where all the merchandise was situated. 

She was preparing the store for another day of business, of course not that they had much foot traffic in those days. It was the result of a combination of the quality of goods they sold and the plague that swept through the lands.

Even still, she hummed a soft tune while she counted their stock of fabrics, running her finger tip along each one, keeping track of the number in her head. She had on an ornate blindfold, much nicer than the bloodstained bandages that ordained her many years ago. It had a cloth interior for comfort, while the exterior was a silver piece with gold trim.

"Is everything in order, Cici?" Her father called down to her as he walked down the stairs to the shop. Cecelia turned in his general direction and cocked her head to the side, a slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. She put her hands on her hips. "Yes, father. However, must you still call me that? I am no longer a child." 

Cecelia's father let out a hearty laugh as he walked up, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Ah, but you will always be my little girl, no?" He responded merrily.

If she could, she would have rolled her eyes. Instead, her smile broadened a bit. "I suppose so, old man" She quipped to him. He tsked and playfully patted her shoulder "I am not *That* Old, my dear daughter. Sixty-seven is a respectable age, but I certainly have more years to live, and I'll not spend them listening to you jest." 

She quickly responded back "Ah, but I know you enjoy our banter. For a merchant, you certainly are a bad liar."

"Ah, you may be blind, and yet you see right through me!" Cecelia's father heartily laughed, turning away to look at the store. "It seems to be in order, as usual. I shall return upstairs and prepare for the day" 

Cecelia looked in the direction of his voice and gave a lighthearted dismissive gesture to him "You do that, I shall finish up around here. Should the impossible happen, and someone actually show up, I'll let you know, alright?"
Dora
Ylbrett Hammerfall
The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore

The sun had risen, and with it, the band of sell-swords mounted atop their sturdy horses set out to resupply. Aware of the disease that is currently ravaging the land, the eleven men employ an attentive approach to dealing with the locals. Due to such, instead of opting for the comfort of inns at night-time, the group sets up temporary camps in the open air.

"Damned back's killing me again", complained one of the men. "We all care too little 'bout you getting old", answered another, garnering a few laughs in the process. The unit's morale was indeed starting to dwindle. Several weeks of rough sleeping had passed with no profitable contract yet landed. Ylbrett, currently a few yards in front of the rest, has recently decided for them to leave these lands in the coming days, if nothing worthwhile is to happen.

With the passing of time, the group eventually reaches a building. Ylbrett halts a few feet away from the door, dismounting. One of his mercenaries trotts to his side, grabbing onto the reins of Ylbrett's horse as to secure the animal. "This it?", he asks. "It fits the description", Ylbrett answers. Following a quick scan of his surroundings from where he stands, he approaches the door and proceeds to apply a couple of heavy-landing knocks onto the heavy frame. Meanwhile, the remaining ten mercenaries, lightly armed and armoured, mucky and reeking from weeks of not being able to bathe, sit atop their horses, somewhat content yet constantly aware of their immediate surroundings.
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Hearing the knocks, Cecelia turns towards the sound. "Father!" She called as she made her way around to the door "We appear to have guests!" 

"Cecelia, I may be old, but I am not deaf. I could hear the knocks" Her father jested, coming down the stairs. "Earlier you said that you were not old, and now you say you are. Please make up your mind. Or perhaps you are only 'old' when it is convenient for you, father?" She teased back, running her hand along the door until she found the handle. The blindfold woman opened the door and clasped her hands together, staring straight forward, a cordial smile on her face. "Welcome to the Arwin family trading company, how may we be of service to you today?"
Dora
Ylbrett Hammerfall
The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore

Ylbrett, resting his left hand onto the hilt of his sword, watches as the door slowly opens. Soon enough, he is greeted by Cecelia. His reply is delayed, the man seemingly lost for words. "Greetings. My name's Ylbrett Hammerfall. I've come here in search of supplies to keep myself and mine going in our travels for the weeks to come —"

Behind him, his men peer at one another, clearly confused by the woman's choice of attire in regards to her headpiece.

"— I followed the advice of some of the locals, they mentioned your establishment as being the answer to my current need". Lifting a curious brow, the man attempts his best to make sense of her blindfold but seeks not to give himself away, as to avoid appearing as rude.
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"But of course, Mister Hammerfell. While our specialty of merchandise is some of the finer commodities, being Jewels, silks, and the like, we also carry basic provisions for travelers passing through." Cecelia folded her arms and gave a knowing smile. "Please allow me to address the evident. Being foreigners, you must be questioning the apparel that rests upon my head. Yes. I am blind. I was blinded in battle many years ago, and due to the nature of my blinding, without this piece," She touched the blindfold with her finger. "I become overwhelmed with indiscernible light and colors, of which afflict me with the most terrible headaches. Please come in." She stepped to the side and made a gesture with her arm, bidding him to enter. 

The shop was a very tidy establishment, with a large variety of fabrics, jewels, and spices on the main display. However, one could see that there were also basic supplies for travelers, such as rope, water flasks, and other previsionary goods.
Dora
Ylbrett Hammerfall
The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore

Ylbrett does as instructed, entering the shop, leaving his men behind to idle about outside. Whilst scanning the various shelves and items on display, he replies to her: "I'm sorry to hear about your misfortune - a terrible loss, that is. How are you faring now, giving the-..." - he gestures awkwardly at her handicap, momentarily unaware of the fact that she cannot acknowledge his physical movements.
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"I fare quite well, thank you. It was many years ago, so I have had much time to practice being blind" At this, she gave a soft giggle, her voice as if like silk. 

"Please, do not pity me. I do not want what occurred to me on a battlefield be a boon for others to think that I deserve special treatment." She waved her hand dismissively, but she made sure to add a warm smile, to show that she was not offended in any form. "Are there specific provisions you are looking for, or do you desire a general selection of goods for travel? And should you find any of our other merchandise interesting, please do not be afraid to ask me or my father, who I'm sure is around here somewhere." She swept her 'gaze' around the shop, with one hand positioned on her forehead as if looking at a far off object. "Sorry, that was a little inside joke." 

At this her father smiled and stepped forward. "Please tell us if there's anything you need help with, Mister Hammerfell."
Dora
Ylbrett Hammerfall
The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore

Ylbrett finds himself listening intently to her, seemingly captivated by either her story, her way of being or potentially both. With this, he fails to acknowledge Cecelia's question and her father's alike, his eyes staring blankly at her, his mind some place else. He finally blinks, twice, snapping back to it with an awkward cough. "Ah, right - yes, goods for travel. We're mainly looking for leathers, furs, linen, rope and sewing thread". He offers a complementary smile, however awkward, rubbing the back of his head with a heavy hand.
Jeremiah
**Cecelai Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"I'm sorry, we cannot help you with the leather. However, I do know of the tannery down the street from here. Tell them Cecelia sent you. They will, if not bump down the price, at least not try to swindle you." She laughed at this and pointed her pointer finger in the air. "However, we can assist you with the rest." She began to make her way around the store by counting her steps. She collected two weeks worth of rope, linens, and sewing thread, stopping by and placing each one them on the counter in between getting the next item. It was as if she had memorized the exact location of everything in the store.

After this, she stopped by the furs, and motioned over her shoulder for Ylbrett to walk to her. She ran her hands along each of the furs, discerning each one by touch. "We possess a fine selection of hare, fox, wolf, and other pelts, all of which are in prime condition and undamaged. Please, take your pick."
Dora
Ylbrett Hamerfall
The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore

Ylbrett raised a curious brow at the mention of swindling. "I pray this is not common practice around these parts", he added, followed by a playful smirk. 

As Cecelai set out to gather the items, he followed her initially, intent on helping if need be. However, she seemed to be in full control of the situation. He did eventually make his way to her once it came down to selecting the furs. He couldn't help but notice her hand caressing the surfaces of said furs, his focus still drawn mainly towards the woman rather than the task at hand. 

"Wolf will do", he stated, grabbing the necessary furs for her, which he then carried over to the counter.
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"Oh, the locals here will milk every copper from you if they think you're not at least a bit sensible when it comes to bartering." She laughed as she made her way to behind the counter. "Not us though. The Arwin Trading Company holds itself to a more professional standard when it comes to dealing with customers." 

She quickly acted as if she was glancing around nervously. "Don't tell them I told you that, they'd ostracize us in an instant" She whispered to him, though it was lighthearted and jesting. She leaned back up and placed her hands on the counter. She looked in his general direction, but not directly at him, a polite smile on her face. "Will this be all, today, Sir?"
Dora
Ylbrett Hammerfall
**The Arwin

Pulls up a leathery pouch, in it coins are heard rumbling about. "Indeed. This will set me back by-...?", he asks. Peering at the sheer weight and amount of the stock that he's about to purchase, he demands: "Also, would there be an issue if some of my men were to assist me with hauling the supplies out of the shop?"
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Cecelia rapped a finger against her chin, running her other hand across the provisions, judging the price based upon what she felt. "Hmm. This is a large purchase. Well, two week's worth of rope, linen, thread, and our fine wolf pelts for eleven. This will cost you Sitxty seven gold and twenty five silver. There is absolutely no issue from us if your men assist in carrying the merchandise out. However, I must ask if any of your men are plague-ridden. They will not be permitted to enter the building if they are so." She took a much more serious tone and crossed her arms as she asked of the health of Ylbrett's men.
Dora
Ylbrett Hammerfall
**The Arwin

Nods in agreement, dishing out the demanded coin with some initial hesitation. "Madam, if that were to be the case, I too would have been a bearer of this disease. Fret not, I'm all but clean-... Health-wise, that is", he replies, chocking on his last words. He goes on to add: "However, if it brings you peace of mind, I've no issue with doing this on my own - as long as you permit me to ask for your assistance in holding the door open."

He then goes to hand the coins over to her, holding them out in a hand - "This should be it", he claims with certainty, unsure of where to place the coins.
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"Just set the coin on the counter. It would be a little awkward for me to try and grab hold of them." She smiled and tapped her finger on the counter as she said this. "My father will ensure it is the agreed upon amount. Although you seem to be a decent fellow, Mister Hammerfall, it is just good business practice to count the coin. Surely you understand." 

Still smiling, Cecelia shrugged. "If you say that your men are free of plague, then please, by all means do what you will. We have no qualms letting them carry out the goods." She waved her arm across the counter, indicating the provisions resting upon it.