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"This wagon's not movin' for a while, not until I can get enough to build one again." Imirin said as he looked back at a spoked wheel hanging on his wall, the only remenants. "You're welcome to buy all you like." With that he returned to the task of smoothing down another mug for the selection.

When the rider had finished browsing Imirin looked up, to find a whole lot of things in his arms. "A good customer, eh? That'll be..." He took a moment to count the things he had, "I'd say that whole lot's 745g, right there."

A bronze flitt flapping into his room caught his attention. When it stole a knot, however, he actually got off of his stool, "Hey...woah, oy! Get back here!" A half-painted bowl nearly fell to the ground and he was forced to stop his pursuit to deftly catch it and the paintbrush that seemed to want to accompany it to the ground. "Shards and shells!"

He was just about to chase after the thing, useless as it was, when the redhead entered looking nearly as miffed as he was. Quickly, and without missing a beat he adopted a friendly and bemused expression and took his seat back on the stool, watching the exchange. When she looked around curiously he gave a slight lift of his hand, "Right here, miss. My wares must be good if a little bronze approves of them." He smiled at the rotten little thief, pushing down his anger. Bah, firelizards, only two were in the caravan and even they had been annoying. Of course, none of this showed on his face, and he did reason that the items had been returned, as well as apparently bought. "That'll be a good 630, right there." He arranged the bowls and items in an formation that could be easily carried and slid them back across the table to her, easily avoiding paint splotches.

(there are 8 of ten left ^_^)

Imirin was bent behind the desk, rifling through for that gold paint he'd bought off of the last caravan -Oh! there it was!
With a grumble he pushed himself up and was caught off guard by the person who'd entered while he was looking elsewhere. Ah, a dragonrider, by the knots on his shoulder.
"Afternoon, dragonrider." He quipped as he sat down, deftly moving his paintbrushes out of the way and wiping down the table to get rid of any leftover paint. "What can I help you with?"

(total your order please, and send the trade ^_^)

"From every Weyr, trader's honour." He laid a hand over his heart and smiled winningly. "Took me years to collect 'em all, and they're likely the only thing I've got left from my wagon, aside from my tools and all." He examined the knots on the rider's shoulder as he passed him to lift the bowl from its shelf. "Aye, she probably would. These'll last ya long."

"Thank you most kindly." Kalya smiled with a slight twinkle in her eye. "And if this little snip ever gives you any more trouble, you come to me and I'll deal with it." She wandered back out to her weyr hoping never to have a repeat while being sure he understood she didn't mean for the flit to procure items for his nest. "My my, you sure get me into trouble often." She shook her head.

"Oh, I will." He gave a friendly smile. "It's an advertising service though, I think. You'll always know when I have new things cause he'll snitch 'em." He said it with a smile, muttering to himself mentally as she left. Little flitts stealing his things wouldn't pass well with him. No, certainly not.

Useless things, for the majoirty. Some were hopelessly untrainable. With the recent shipment of eggs in there'd be a load of the sharding little pests around to steal his things. Maybe a guard would prevent it...but he hardly had time to watch everything.

Kirana wandered over to the caravan, a little undersure since she wasn't a rider and a felt a little out of place. If she was going to have to leave eventually - which it seems she would since Verde had greeted her the morning before with an apology from her parents for her ride home taking so long - she wanted something to take back home with her.

"Um...errr...excuse me," She whispered softly, trying to get the trader's attention.

Imirin put on his trader's face as the lady made her way in, watching as she perused the wares. When she offered the cords he peered at them in interest. The thicker ones weren't of any use to him, but the thinner..."I can take the thinner ones off your hands, miss, if you're not mindin'."

He gestured to the bowl and masks, "All that'll take ya back about 290g, if ya throw in those." He pointed to the collection of thin strips and gave her a winning smile.

(waitin' on trade ^-^ 150+40+70+100 = 290, you're a bit off ^^)