08/08/2013, 03:18 PM #543 Regius West District
Eric grumbled and took the coinpurse from the commander. He could tell that it was a paltry sum; only 100 gold coins. It was not enough to get him back out on the road, not enough to even buy him the means to carry his wares again. However, it seemed that the commander had retrieved his pack. If the soldier boys had not gone through it and picked out what they liked, there would be about 900 or so coins left in there. As an added bonus, whatever salvageable materials could be sold to free up space and weight. It was not enough to brighten the already defeated merchant, but it was something nonetheless.
With another grateful nod towards the commander, Eric slid off his gurney and stood up. His back hurt and his legs trembled, a consequence of nearly dying by some terrible fireblast. He swore his eyebrows were seared off along with his beard, but a quick check revealed that his face was mostly untouched. He felt the bandaged gash that ran along the side of his face from his nose to his ear and winced. That was surely going to affect bartering with women, although he figured they liked a man with a few scars. Eric composed himself and shambled to the door.
He reached down to pick up his possessions, or what was left of them. His clothes were shot and beyond repair, but the commander had been kind enough to supply him with a white traveler's shirt and cotton hosen. There was even a leather cape which brought out an air of modesty, and that was something Eric liked to see. He clothed himself and inspected his pack. There was internal damage, of course, but on closer inspection Eric saw that his cooking pot had been managed in the collision with the tree. He wouldn't be able to cook as effectively now, but on the bright side, the pot protected everything else in his pack. With a huff, he put on his pack and shoes and headed out of the complex, his head bowed in thought.
Soon, he exited the complex and arrived at the western district of Regius. He had been here a few times before, but only to supply himself with materials and weaponry from static traders. He looked about at the merchants and buyers going about their business before indulging in a bit of shopping himself. As he went about, he noticed that people gave him a wide berth. His bandages seemed to cause a bit of unease amongst the populace, but Eric didn't mind. He'll heal, and soon he'll be back in business. He bought a walking stick for added support along with other supplies before checking his coffers.
"248 coins... That's not enough," he muttered. He looked around for a moment before his eyes settled on the small headquarters to a caravan company. "Well... While I'd like to stay independent, I do need the coin..."
He began his trek through the congested parts of the marketplace towards the caravan company, one that was titled the "Cerulean Caravan Company"...