Written By Rook
Jan. 16, 2022, 7:06 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
I need to make sure that I am partners with Princess Denica Thrax whenever there is some kind of competition. She always ends up on the winning team...
Written By Rook
Jan. 9, 2022, 10:30 p.m.(11/25/1016 AR)
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Jan. 2, 2022, 9:15 p.m.(11/11/1016 AR)
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Dec. 26, 2021, 11:04 a.m.(10/24/1016 AR)
Written By Rook
Dec. 10, 2021, 2:18 p.m.(9/20/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
While we certainly have not become best friends, there was a certain earnesty to the conversation, and I am not sure if we would have had that opportunity otherwise.
That we were able to win the contest certainly helps - I suspect he is just as competitive as his cousin!
Written By Rook
Dec. 4, 2021, 9:22 a.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
Most specifically, Princess Lark helped save me from what might otherwise have been a rather tone-deaf display in a manner I had not even conceived of.
I do hope that the event is successful both in generating some much needed unity and providing some much needed diversion in these times of strife.
Written By Rook
Dec. 3, 2021, 9:20 p.m.(9/7/1016 AR)
Written By Rook
Nov. 28, 2021, 2:31 p.m.(8/24/1016 AR)
One day I was walking in the market and I found a girl, little more than a child, selling glass bottles that she had collected. Discards, of course, but she had carefully taken them, washed them, and was selling them on the street to passers by, at a significantly lower cost than the ones the merchants were offering.
I offered to the girl to purchase the entirety of the lot, at a small discount, and with the requirement that she assist me with transporting them, as she had a small wagon. She gladly accepted, thrilled to be done for the day but for the small task.
She and I set out to a tavern in a slightly more upscale part of town. After a brief negotiation with the tavern owner, I sold half of the lot, at nearly twice the price I had paid her. She began to protest as we left, and I reminded her of our deal. To her credit, she continued on.
We visited three other taverns that day before selling out of all of them, collecting on average twice what I had paid her. Some more, some less, but in total I had more than doubled my silver. Her mood soured as she watched her bottles gain me more silver than they had her.
After the last tavern, she looked up at me and asked if she was now free to go with her wagon. She wanted to set about collecting bottles again, for she was now without any inventory, and to be frank likely wanted to be away from me after seeing how much I had profited. I told her that we were nearly done, but that I had one last transaction. I offered to pay her for some information - where she went to gather the bottles that she sold, that she found them in perfect condition. She balked at this, and again, to her credit, refused.
I asked her if she had learned anything, and she said yes, that she should not trust people in fancy clothes. I laughed, and told her that may be true, but not necessarily in this case. I told her that the reason why I could profit off her labor was that she had priced her bottles too cheaply. She said she sold them at that price because she paid nothing to acquire them, and so anything she got was good. I asked her if the tavern owners cared how much it cost them to acquire the same from their typical source, or simply that my price was lower than they were accustomed to. I could see it start to dawn on her, and I explained that you should never undersell yourself based around what it took you to get where you were, but ask instead for what your customer is willing to pay. And of course that sometimes a little bit of a journey can find customers willing to pay far more.
As she absorbed the lesson, I could see the wheels turning within her mind. I made her one last offer - my pouch of silver, in exchange for hers. She looked at me in confusion. I told her that the pouch that now held my silver was one given to me, long ago, by someone who had shown me the ways of the market. And that it was my duty to pass it along with the lesson. She went home that night not with the tidy sum I had initially paid her, but instead with the sum that I had collected from the merchants. And I came home with an old, patched up pouch of silver, a reminder of the struggle that many go through when they allow others to profit from their work and sweat.
That pouch sits in my vault at the Silver Consortium, and I bring it out from time to time when I am asked to explain the details of the market. I know not if she has kept the pouch I gave her, but I will say that I saw her, from a distance, some months later. Pulling a larger wagon, filled to the brim with bottles. I had not even needed to tell her the value of re-investing her silver in herself.
Written By Rook
Nov. 27, 2021, 4:16 a.m.(8/22/1016 AR)
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Nov. 21, 2021, 12:04 a.m.(8/9/1016 AR)
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Nov. 14, 2021, 8:07 a.m.(7/24/1016 AR)
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Nov. 7, 2021, 3:21 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
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Nov. 7, 2021, 3:14 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
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Oct. 31, 2021, 2:12 a.m.(6/23/1016 AR)
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Oct. 30, 2021, 10:08 a.m.(6/22/1016 AR)
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Aug. 30, 2021, 6:06 p.m.(2/13/1016 AR)
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Aug. 30, 2021, 4:53 p.m.(2/13/1016 AR)
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Aug. 9, 2021, 6 p.m.(12/27/1015 AR)
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Aug. 3, 2021, 7:50 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)
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Aug. 3, 2021, 7:46 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)
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