Troubling News

"Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!"

Sylvia waves her hand dismissively at a customer, chasing him out the door with a short blade she had been showing him. She spins around and begins stalking back up to the counter, shooting glares at the people looking her way. She stops in the middle of the shop.

"I better not hear anymore of this bullshit about my best smith! Zuiigri made those weapons for CAM! Not Leib Olmai! Don't be spreading stupid shit like that about a member of this guild! Get your facts straight people!" She huffs and stomps back behind the counter, returning the blade to it's display.

She mumbles and grumbles to herself about idiots and rumors.

She looks up at the eyes still on her. "The fuck you people staring at? You gonna buy something or not?!"

Some people turn and exit the AG, others return to browsing mumbling to each other in soft voices. Sylvia shakes her head and looks to the next customer. A courier. 

She quirks her eyebrow. "Hey, what's up?"

The courier leans across the counter and leans in to her ear, whispering. As she listens, her brow furrows and rage sparks in her eyes.

"SHIT! Fuck! Dammit all!" She curses and slaps a hand to her face. 

The courier steps back and waits. Eventually, Sylvia reaches into her pocket and withdraws a couple of gold pieces and passes them to the courier. 

"Thank you for the information."

The courier bows and exits the Artisan's Guild.

Sylvia sighs and then calls out over her shoulder. "Zuiigri! Ya here?"

It takes a minute before Zuigrii responds. “Yeah. I’m right here. What do you need?” He walks to the doorway and sticks his head out. 

Sylvia turns and walks towards him. 

"Come on. Let's chat."She pulls him just inside the doorway, away from the main shop. She drags a hand down her face with a heavy sigh.

"Our big quarterly shipment that's due soon? Well, it just got knocked by some bandits apparently. The whole fucking caravan. So it's probably not just our shit that got looted." She puts her hands on her hips. "I try not to meddle in your personal life but... This is huge, Zuiigri. So, I'm personally asking that you gather your friends and check it out. See if you can get our shit back." 

She sighs again. "I know the next gathering of heroes isn't for another month so you've got time to prep yourself and your friends. Just... The longer those bandits have our shit, the more money we lose. Can't make new weapons and armor without our ores and shit." 

Sylvia shrugs. "In fact, I'll sweeten the deal. If you can convince your friends to help track down our cargo, I'll give em discounts off my personal wares. Or repairs. Honestly, whatever they need to get our stuff back." She jerks her chin towards the door. "Since it was the big quarterly shipment that was hit, I bet the Mage's Guild is gonna be begging for help too. May want to check in on them." [/color]