[The Kirin Bazaar and Open Air Market] The Finest Fur

[Vanderlou]

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The Fifth Cycle in the Month of Kalendryas, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum.

Being his first ever business venture and one that could potentially set him back a few hundred crowns which was at the moment his entire life savings at the moment it was only natural for the half-vagaran to be sweating at the palm despite the cold morning air of this particularly chilly winter brightening. In front of him hundreds of people were trudging along by dozens, on either side of him potential customers looking over the wares of his neighbors and then behind him were his goods.

Fur-lined cloaks, all in perfect condition shone in the pale light of the sun and he had even taken the precaution of cleaning them all only candlemarks beforehand to make sure that they were devoid of any stains that could jeopardize his stall's nonexistent reputation - which was hopefully only a temporary issue.

Vanderlou took in a deep breath and hung a banner over his stall, one reading 'High-Grade Fur-lined Cloaks, 110gc Here' definitely it wasn't the most original of statements to write down but he was hoping that the simplicity of the message would be more than enough to attract the attention of customers.

Hopefully people would buy his wares. It was winter after all, why wouldn't people want quality cloaks at a cheap and affordable price?

[Su Farong]

A slight Kemite man wearing a fur lined hat and appeared and Vanderlou's stall. Su Farong was going shopping and he felt that a man of his stature deserved some better threads than the drab ensemble that he wore now. His cloak brown and threadbare, how embarrassing! You had to dress for success.

"So? Whatcha' got fo' sale?" He asked. His rather loose sense of grammar and pronunciation placed him as coming from the "Kit"- the Kitsune District, the bad part of town.

"I'm in need of something nice, say something in beaver or mink? I need to portray a sense of authority. Have anything that says, I'm da boss?"

[Vanderlou]

Remarkably Vanderlou didn't think anything ill of Su Farong's strange syntax or the off-key pronunciation. Being new to the Zinn'Sunn he still wasn't quite used to their strange dialect to be able to determine if someone was using a formal or slang pattern of speech so he assumed this man's broken common was his best attempt at the language. Bowing towards this local Vanderlou showed the man a sample of his wares, a beautiful fur-lined cloak.

"This sir is the only thing I have in stock at the moment, I'm just running a retail business here so unfortunately while my items are of high quality these are my only stock. If you're looking for something more... colorful or more variety there are shops I could recommend. In fact there's a stall somewhere east of here that sell items that might fit your specifications." of course he wouldn't tell Farong that he was giving instructions to an armory - but what other apparel could scream 'I'm the boss' than a large spiky full plate mail?

[Su Farong]

"Looks like you ain't got no variety." Su frowned. "This cloaks tight and all, but you sure you don't do no alterations on dem? You'd get more bidness if your stock was more diversified, you know?"

"...and you know I could help you increase yo' stock if you be willing to pay..." Su Farong ventured forth a business proposal. "I am a man who can get what you need, so tell me what you need and I can go get it. I know lots of wholesalers."

[Vanderlou]

Certainly it was an enticing proposition, even from somebody who looked as shady as Su Farong however the problem wasn't that Vanderlou wasn't willing to try his luck with the Kemite's offer. No, he had long since learned take advantage of opportunity regardless of the form and guise it came with. The issue here was that he had spent almost everything he had on the stock, rental and security fees that anything extra wasn't going to be an option - at least not until he recovered his capital.

"Your offer is appealing however," Vanderlou rubbed his temples trying to come up with a compromise. "At the moment I simply can't afford help but lets see..." the half vagaran brought his thumb to his lips and counted the brightenings it would take for him to recover his investment. "If you can come back the next cycle, or the one after that then perhaps we can come to an arrangement that would benefit the both of us - of course that is if your still interested."

[Su Farong]

"Alright, I'll catch ya later. I'll be back when ya got da crowns to do bidness." Su bid farewell and melted back into the humanity of the market.

[Vanderlou]

They were a troublesome bunch for sure. Locals, presumably hired by competitors to disrupt his business and bolster their own profits. Vanderlou was annoyed at these children who continuously scared away his customers by their dangerous pranks and he had just enough of it. Unfortunately, not being a kemite meant that there were more likely far fewer people who would listen to his reasons and the kids would be favored in the event he complained to the authorities so instead he settled for the next best thing.

He waited for that Kemite, the one who had offered to help him a cycle ago to come back and if he did then there would be money to be had - and then some.