Achlys's Rules for Making a Profit
Rule #41
When a catastrophe strikes, do not flee. Take your business and go towards it, for there will always be someone foolish enough to also go to try and stop it and will most likely be ill-equipped for the task and will need supplies.
Supply and demand.
Sanctuary -> Pine Grove
Achlys's stall was mostly spared from the destruction the undead dragon wrought, with only some rubble cluttering the area. Aion managed to find his way back through what crowds of worried people remained and saw the elf woman fussing over her wares that were trapped under stone and wood. "You all right?" It was the first thing that came out of his mouth once he evaluated the damages. He half expected her to ask what took him so long, in which he would have told her about how he found the herbs and then got stuck under some rubble which he only escaped thanks to a freak accident with his chronomancy. However, she didn't ask.
"No- No I'm not alright. We lost the hats."
"...the hats?"
"The hats! The ones that I could have sold for a lot."
"Oh the extremely cheap-" Achlys's face flushed red as she tensed up, seemingly crushing the rock she had pulled off of some of the wares. "Right so I'll start salvaging-"
"No time. We're leaving. Now." Aion stood staring at Achlys with part of a wooden frame of a nearby building in his arms.
"What?"
"We're going after the dragon."
"Why?" Achlys had finished hooking up the wagon that served as the mobile shop and their home to their two horses and had gotten into the driver's seat. She merely looked at Aion as if it should be obvious.
"Rule 41, we're going to help future customers." The expression on Aion's face was that of disbelief.
"Have you lost your mind? Didn't you see how big that thing was? It's my job to protect you and I can't prote-"
"Yes it is your job to protect me, so you better get moving and stop whining. Time's a-tickin'." A low, frustrated growl was Aion's response as he begrudgingly got into the seat next to her.
"One day, Achlys. One day." He then smiled and chuckled at the situation as he saw Achlys smiling triumphantly.
The roar told them which way to go and they headed for the pine grove.
Rule #41
When a catastrophe strikes, do not flee. Take your business and go towards it, for there will always be someone foolish enough to also go to try and stop it and will most likely be ill-equipped for the task and will need supplies.
Supply and demand.
Sanctuary -> Pine Grove
Achlys's stall was mostly spared from the destruction the undead dragon wrought, with only some rubble cluttering the area. Aion managed to find his way back through what crowds of worried people remained and saw the elf woman fussing over her wares that were trapped under stone and wood. "You all right?" It was the first thing that came out of his mouth once he evaluated the damages. He half expected her to ask what took him so long, in which he would have told her about how he found the herbs and then got stuck under some rubble which he only escaped thanks to a freak accident with his chronomancy. However, she didn't ask.
"No- No I'm not alright. We lost the hats."
"...the hats?"
"The hats! The ones that I could have sold for a lot."
"Oh the extremely cheap-" Achlys's face flushed red as she tensed up, seemingly crushing the rock she had pulled off of some of the wares. "Right so I'll start salvaging-"
"No time. We're leaving. Now." Aion stood staring at Achlys with part of a wooden frame of a nearby building in his arms.
"What?"
"We're going after the dragon."
"Why?" Achlys had finished hooking up the wagon that served as the mobile shop and their home to their two horses and had gotten into the driver's seat. She merely looked at Aion as if it should be obvious.
"Rule 41, we're going to help future customers." The expression on Aion's face was that of disbelief.
"Have you lost your mind? Didn't you see how big that thing was? It's my job to protect you and I can't prote-"
"Yes it is your job to protect me, so you better get moving and stop whining. Time's a-tickin'." A low, frustrated growl was Aion's response as he begrudgingly got into the seat next to her.
"One day, Achlys. One day." He then smiled and chuckled at the situation as he saw Achlys smiling triumphantly.
The roar told them which way to go and they headed for the pine grove.
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