<div class="floatleft">(http://i1277.photobucket.com/albums/y492/SierraB312/2012-09-11_00037_zps9e31e418.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> With <strong>General Lockewind</strong> and <strong>Harold Dean</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't long after setting up shop that the masked man began attracting some interest in the wares he arranged for display. These wares mostly consisted of flavored rums and tonics from isles. His booth sectional was well stocked with jars of varying colors and content. You could almost tell the flavor of the drink based on its corresponding colored fruit. Red for strawberry or watermelon. Yellow for pineapple or banana. Green for apple or kiwi.  That sort of thing.  Though labels certainly helped to distinguish things. Then there was the hard ciders and malt beer. These were in a category all to themselves. Hanging just above the periphery of the sectional were portions of the wonder plant in neatly wrapped transparent bundles. Each drink were worth 2 in gold(or some other currency) or that transaction could be bartered in other ways. The plant was valued in portions.  It came in increments of 1 gram,  3 grams and of course a half-ounce for those who enjoyed an extended trip, which were priced roughly 2 gold per gram. <br/><br/>His product was such that it sold much on its own accord. Considering he wasn't much for showmanship, he found the prospect to his liking. More than anything he enjoyed observing the reactions of the crowd to his exotic product. More than closing on a transaction, seeing people enjoy themselves brought him some measure of personal comfort, similarly. <br/><br/>He could manage a word or two if necessary, especially when it pertained to a particular patron he found most interesting. One such patron happened upon his stand. <br/><br/>"Good afternoon, ser. What are you selling here?"<br/><br/>To which he replied. "All manner of things m'lady" The masked man soon stood to full height and approached offering his hand. "<strong>Maurice</strong>. You can call me that if you wish. This here is my stand for wares of the southern isles. Have you been to the isles before? I have all kinds of ciders and tonics, as well as the renown wonder plant of the isles. " His tone was clear and precise and quite deep, though a slight accent punctuated his speech. Another had spoken a word or two to him shortly after exchanging pleasantries with the scantily dressed woman. Going by the mans overall appearance and crest, he'd wager the man was from Leogarde. <br/><br/> "All the highest quality. You must have many expert craftsmen among your nation."  He nodded addressing the man. "Nay, tis but myself. Everything you see before you, I fashioned based on brewery techniques of my ancestral nation. Ardania is my home. I'd like to share these treats with my newfound home. "<br/><br/>His attention diverting back to the woman who greeted him earlier as Ser. Maurice sensed that the woman was yearning for something of a fulfilling nature. "Is thirst the only passion you seek?" Maurice mused sheepishly though the mask made it difficult to discern any expression. He continued. "...Or perhaps you would find a thrill in unmasking the man you see before you. You wouldn't be the first."<br/><br/></span>