Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-5543592-20141101011856

As Lorcan walked in, holding the door open behind him for Kasra, he asked the lady at the counter what he could get for however many coins were in the purse.

"So, how many fire-retardant potions can I get for this many Septims." Lorcan used his most polite face and voice.

"Three.  And they're called fire resistance potions."

His voice got a little more hostile and he seemd slightly shocked. "Three?  That's it?" Inflation had really taken it's toll. He remembered when you could get, like, ten potions for that much.

"Sorry, sir." The lady sounded more annoyed than sorry.

"Oh, yes, I am very sorry." Sorry I ever came to this sorry excuse for ashop.  He placed the bag on the counter and the lady gave him his three potions. Lorcan tucked them away in the pouch on his belt (that was already filled with cured and smoked slaughterfish meat) and went to lean against the wall by the door, waiting for his two companions.