Post by Yates Ironforge on Jul 12, 2017 1:32:16 GMT
"34, 35, 36..." Yates counted while eyeing each crate of crafted swords, maces, and axes being loaded onto a wagon by four of his house slaves. He sighed at the amount, knowing good and well he could have produce a lot more than just 12 crates of merchandise. Curse it all! He could have made a few extra coin. If he had stayed up to make a few extra things to sale at the market place today. Once the 12th crate was loaded onto the wagon; Yates climbed on top to secure the cargo and placed himself on top to ride. His slaves climbed onto the wagon next and maned the horse drawn wagon, while Yates enjoyed the view of the kingdom from where he sat.
" How long to the market?" Yates asked one of his slaves, flopping back onto one of the crates to look up at the mid-day sky and the building tops. His attire that of a nobleman. Dressed in a dark maroon coat, cream tunic and dark plum vest with dark embroidered flora patterns. Black pants and black matching leather boots. He looked back at the wagon driver; A tall slender man that was dressed in common clothes and shackles that were not bound together, but just on the man's wrists and ankles. " Just a few more minutes master." The man replied with a nod, having no difficulty navigating the streets of Nova down to the Merchant District. Once they had arrived at his families weapon shop, Yates jumped off the wagon and cut the rope that held the crates safe onto the wagon. Once the crates were free. Yates put away his dagger and clapped his hands. " Alrighty fellas, lets get this into the shop." Yates smirked, cutting the rope and allowing the help to do the loading work. Meanwhile he stood guard to make sure the wagon was safe from any grabby unwanted fingers. His hands on his hip as he stood by the wagon and the shop door.
" How long to the market?" Yates asked one of his slaves, flopping back onto one of the crates to look up at the mid-day sky and the building tops. His attire that of a nobleman. Dressed in a dark maroon coat, cream tunic and dark plum vest with dark embroidered flora patterns. Black pants and black matching leather boots. He looked back at the wagon driver; A tall slender man that was dressed in common clothes and shackles that were not bound together, but just on the man's wrists and ankles. " Just a few more minutes master." The man replied with a nod, having no difficulty navigating the streets of Nova down to the Merchant District. Once they had arrived at his families weapon shop, Yates jumped off the wagon and cut the rope that held the crates safe onto the wagon. Once the crates were free. Yates put away his dagger and clapped his hands. " Alrighty fellas, lets get this into the shop." Yates smirked, cutting the rope and allowing the help to do the loading work. Meanwhile he stood guard to make sure the wagon was safe from any grabby unwanted fingers. His hands on his hip as he stood by the wagon and the shop door.
