A chill in the marketplace?

[riveit]

Riveit was quite proud of his sword and armor. He was admirer of fine weapons as well as fine wines and beautiful women. His last two Tryker waving swords were crafted by Yoshi and were some of the finest works of art that he had ever seen, much less owned. The heft and balance were simply perfect. They weren't cheap, of course, his first Yoshi sword had sent him into debt for an Atysian month. Now he had Yoshi-made armor also. It was a beautiful set of white Fyros heavy. He was proud to wear it and it always made him remember his Fyros grandfather.

He followed a party of mainly Melinoe warriors in the ancient lands and healed from the rear. They had just driven off a Kami attack on the Karavan camp. It was with some surprise that he found Yoshi lying there in sand. These moments while waiting for the great powers to spawn one back our homelands could be long and were a good time to chat with the opposite side. Riveit said, "Hi Yoshi. I have been looking to upgrade to an even better sword of your marvelous craftmanship. Is this a good time to discuss an order?" Yoshi was face down, so all he heard was a muted chuckle. But the next body over was face up. It was Kye's. Kye yelled out, "No crafting for the enemy! Die you Karavan scum!" Riveit frowned, he had never thought that Kye was a fanatic, or lacking in humor. Oh well, war can bring about such changes. The battle moved forward and Riveit trotted off.

[seawe]

hmm perhaps we merchants can help here, being somewhat neutral, we can buy and sell from all. And then those who don't fancy dealing with their enemies can find what they're are looking for...