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Post by Evan Jenkins on Aug 31, 2017 19:10:41 GMT
"Ah, that's better," Evan said. "Less guns, more civilisation." He eyed one of the prancing sphinxes and smirked. "Don't suppose we'll have time to look around?" He looked at Hazel.
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Post by Hazel Hobbs on Sept 4, 2017 8:56:22 GMT
"May as well get the lay of the land, I suppose," Hazel said. Her grip on her valise was no less tight, and she looked reluctant. "As I said, we can't pursue the letter till tomorrow." The reluctance faded as she realized there was no point to it.
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Post by Evan Jenkins on Sept 7, 2017 9:36:42 GMT
"Best we stay together though. This way first?" He nodded in the direction of the stand with the sphinxes, a first of many colourful stalls and displays.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Sept 8, 2017 17:54:55 GMT
Evelyn's eyes widened with curiosity and she took Hazel's hand and pulled her towards the stall Evan had indicated, "Ooh," She mused, "I like this." She picked up a turquoise scarf from the sphinx stall, and watched as one of the sphinxes leapt after the magically floating tassels the same way a kitten might chase a shoelace.
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Post by Hazel Hobbs on Sept 10, 2017 21:03:36 GMT
"It suits you." Hazel smiled a little. The vendor's eyes lit up.
"You are interested?," the man asked in heavily accented English.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Sept 11, 2017 9:43:27 GMT
Evelyn smiled in return. She turned to the vendor, "Yes, what are the properties?"
The vendor seemed to understand and replied, "It is made with the finest spider-silk of the Attia-Atiyeh," He demonstrated pulling the ends of a similar scarf from the stall, and Evelyn watched it go taut and shimmer in his hands, "Very heavy loads."
The tassels of the scarf in Evelyn's hands danced in the breeze then magically curled around her fingers, "The price?"
"Thirty." Evelyn did a quick calculation in her head. Almost 40 galleons!
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Post by Evan Jenkins on Sept 12, 2017 8:26:58 GMT
"Must be one bloody good scarf," Evan commented.
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Post by Hazel Hobbs on Sept 12, 2017 9:04:50 GMT
Hazel shook her head, even in a place known for tough haggling, that was a high starting price. "Well, that is a shame," she said evenly. "I'm sure we can find you something just as nice at one of the other stalls. Evie." She turned away quite decisively.
"No, wait! I can do, twenty-five, for the pretty lady." The vendor liked the look of this group, it was clear to him that they had not been here before. He thought they might be easy pickings.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Sept 12, 2017 19:05:49 GMT
"Hmmm..." She turned the scarf over in her hands and sighed, "You know what, Hazel, I think you are right, even twenty-five is far too steep." She looked over her shoulder at the rest of the market, "Let us see if we can find something similar elsewhere..."
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Post by Hazel Hobbs on Sept 13, 2017 11:50:19 GMT
The vendor scowled. "Fine, fine, I do 20. Final offer."
Hazel glanced at Evie as if to say, 'up to you.'
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Sept 14, 2017 14:31:40 GMT
"Okay, twenty it is." She tipped her coins out of her purse and into the vendor's hand, before picking up the scarf and wrapping it around her neck. She smiled at the vendor, "A pleasure doing business with you, sir."
She turned back to her travelling companions, "Where to next?"
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Post by Hazel Hobbs on Sept 19, 2017 11:24:45 GMT
(sorry for the delay, lots of stuff last week)
Hazel consulted a map, "That way." Above the stalls, they could just see gardens on the flat roof of a building. That was their hotel. It took a lot of weaving to get them through the streets, but they managed.
A young woman sat behind the desk in the lobby reading a copy of the London Times. She looked up when they came in and set the paper down.
"Can I help you?" She looked towards Evan, rather than the two young women.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Sept 26, 2017 12:24:49 GMT
(No worries! ) Evelyn raised an eyebrow and looked at Hazel before turning back to the receptionist. She cleared her throat, "Yes, we have some rooms reserved under the name of Hobbs."
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Post by Hazel Hobbs on Oct 1, 2017 22:09:17 GMT
"Oh, right." The receptionist kept shooting Evan looks but went to check the books anyway. "Yes, it's right here. Two rooms." She flicked her wand and two keys floated over. "Third floor. Watch the elevator, it sticks."
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