Terrible Partnership [Osvald]

[Sigrun the Volatile]

Time and Date:: November 26th, mid-day
Weather:: A fairly average day, cold but not bitter, sky fairly clear.
Previous Threads?:: To Tame The Sea

So far, the trader had had a ... decent time on Berk. But she still needed to work on getting her supplies back up. Starting with her own personal belongings. While normally boots were designed to withstand every day wear-and-tear, hers had taken a beating no shoe should have have to take. And they were falling apart. She had heard talk of some Vikings who would be able to fix her up some high quality shoes, though she had also heard there was one to avoid.

She hadn't paid much head to who it was, and she certainly didn't remember where their shop was. So she would just have to hope for the best and get to what ever shop she hit first. Slung over her shoulder were some wares she had managed to salvage, and figured would be useful to someone who dealt with footwear. She had to appeal to them if she wanted to get anything, and it was going to be a proper challenge now that most of her good supplies were at the bottom of the ocean. Some fine leathers, that she had carefully sorted to make sure any dragon hide wasn't in the mix, a few of her higher quality leather working tools that she had some how acquired duplicates of. And then some interesting other things for good measure.

She trudged along, eyes darting from one hut to the next. So far it was all useless, baker, fishers, one house that had far too many sheep surrounding it. But finally she saw something of promise. "About time." She muttered to herself. Straightening up, she put on her best 'smile' and entered the building. Taking the sack of things off her back, she put it down by the entrance. "Hello?" She called out, though not terribly loud. "Looking for some new boots, heard this is the place to be?" Time to try and work her magic.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

Osvald was busy making wares at his workbench in the shop when a customer came in. It had been a long while since his last customer come to think of it, meaning he'd have to make a trip over to the competition's place later. At night obviously, while they were sleeping, and everyone else was sleeping.

Of course, while customers were a good thing, it also meant he couldn't continue to work on the shoe in front of him. But still he slapped on a smile before turning towards the customer.

"Ah! Welcome miss! You’ve come to the right place! My wares are the most durable in the entire village!” As he walked towards the customer, he took in the woman’s appearance as he does with every customer. While normally he manages to keep his fake smile plastered when forming nasty opinions of his customers (not out loud of course), he couldn’t help but let it falter this one time.

Could you really blame him? I mean, this woman just waltzed in here wearing “Dragon skin?!” His posture stiffened. “Why are you wearing that?” They were definitely an outsider, and in his opinion a complete idiot for wearing such an outfit on Berk of all places. It’s a wonder she hadn’t been killed yet.

[Sigrun the Volatile]

Something about this guy stank. And not in the literal way either. A brow slightly lifted was the only hint that she had caught on, but she knew the business face all to well. But of course the first thing he felt the need to comment on was her attire. "As a trader, I come across many strange and unusual items." Gesturing vaguely at the bag of things. "I have come across many strange and unusual things in my travels." Her voice was calm, and light. Almost cheery. It was enough to make her sick. "And while I don't work with dragons in such a horrible manner myself, I must admit their hide is quite durable." It sounded so smooth she almost convinced herself. "I honor the creature with these treasures, a reminder of the cruel world we live in." This merchant was good, but he simply could not compete with the best. His current facade may have been fake, but her entire life was one big cover-up. Needless to say, she would play his game. And she certainly didn't expect him to win at it.

"Now..." She might as well attempt to direct the conversation away from her clothes. "You say your wares are the most durable, yes?" Folding her arms, she seemed to study his shop. "What guarantee have I this is true?"