Best Merchant In Oblivion Novels & Stories

she asked, feeling her heart pound. "Yes! And that's not all! Do you remember the top five most important precious stone and pearl mining companies that united under the name Teotan Vivans a few months ago? They are offering our workshop samples of their latest exploited products, and they are of the highest quality." "Wow! That's wonderful. We can work with both companies. I like the first one because it has branches in Russia, Botswana, Australia, Canada, Congo, Angola, South Africa, and those are the best precious stone deposits in the world. This company, despite being new, has been positioning itself in the market, even displacing Teotan Vivans, which is the unification of several."

The merchants huddled. "This is a joke!" Mira shrieked. "You’re buying perfume from a human and her minions? I have gold! Real gold!" "By the time war has come, all borders to the human world will be closed off," the lead merchant said. "We’ll take the contract, Rayne. And we’ll double the initial offer for the healing oils. From now on, you'll be our new Human Merchant." The widows were cheering. Even the slaves Mira hadn't sold yet were chanting my name.

But deep in the night at the underworld he was the most feared member of the order with the highest rank. He sold the best weaponry and armor... "You sure are rude for someone who's late to the exchange..." A middle aged woman who'd been staring at the young billionaire spoke... "You're not my mother, Cecil." He snapped back at her and this made her face flushed with anger and embarrassment... "You-" she pointed her finger at him outta anger but he simply smiled at her... "Let's get down to business shall we?" Lord Damian cut her off and snapped his fingers.. The guards who were standing moved closer to the crates and pulled open their covers to reveal the Merchandise..

The next step would be to offer something unique to get him interested. " You have a deal." Canagan says and takes the money. " Tell your boss I have a rather...large sell on my hands. If he wants to talk, I'll be here tomorrow." The merchant looked at them with narrowed eyes. " What kind of big sell?" He asks as he licks his lips. The man looking reptilian in his greed. " The rose gold found only on the grounds of The Yuma Village." Devon says wanting to get in on the action.

A +2 strength bonus was impressive, but what really stood out was the poisoned arrows that could inflict continuous damage and even stack. "Brother, how much are you asking for it?" "No price, name your own." "I don't have any in-game currency; can we do a cash transaction?" "Sure, I only accept cash, not in-game currency." Sebastian nodded, feigning a bit of regret. "If it weren't for my mother-in-law in TX saying she won't marry her daughter without money, I wouldn't be willing to sell it!" Nobody paid attention to Sebastian's so-called mother-in-law from TX; they were only interested in bidding.

“We also possess some of the strongest trade routes in the eastern territories. Our merchants already operate across multiple regions, and our resources are more than capable of supporting large-scale distribution. Quite frankly, our partnership would be beneficial for both packs.” Almost immediately, the others jumped in. “With respect, IronClaw isn't the only viable option. Crescent Moon has superior transportation routes. Our pack controls three major border crossings.” “Snow Jade already has existing agreements with several merchant guilds.” The table erupted into competing arguments, one after another, each one trying to position themselves as the ideal replacement for Blackthorne. I sa

The way she handled herself, and everyone around her. "How much?" I asked. "Three gold," the merchant said. He didn't even look at me. He started sharpening a knife on a stone. "One gold," I replied. I’d spent years haggling with human property developers in the human world; a one-eyed wolf was an easy mark. "And I won't tell the Master of the Market that you're selling Southern silver as Northern ore." The merchant stopped sharpening. He looked at me with his one good eye, his jaw tightening. "Two gold. And you keep your mouth shut."

"Bind your distribution rights to our Northern vanguard. We command the elite supply lines across the entire alliance." "Your lines are nothing but rusted iron and low-grade trench scrap," a third merchant mocked from the back. "Master Franklin, look at our blood-pact proposals. We control the sacred groves!" More supply barons swarmed the stone platform, their dominant scents clashing so violently the air turned thick with aggressive pheromones. Several high-ranking alphas began trading physical shoves, their claws flashing under the fire-orbs as the bidding war spiraled out of control.

Around him sat my top merchants and import masters, all gathered for our quarterly economic review. He stared at me with barely hidden panic, no doubt wondering why I had drifted off in the middle of his presentation. “I am listening, Master Elvis,” I said slowly. “Y-yes, of course, my lord,” he stammered, bowing so deeply he nearly tipped over. “This quarter, the southern fleets returned from the northern market bearing high-yield stock: jade beetles, sun-silk, powdered manticore bone, and the latest batch of shadowleaf, freshly dried. We project a thirty-two percent increase in—”

Made this forest into a crowded atmosphere. "Hurry! Unload your cargo and put it into Elvian carts, or they won't pay us!" The words of one who heard like their leader made me flinch. Elvian? Wait, wait, wait! If I wasn't mistaken, Dimas said they were merchants of Northern Iuna Sigrotia. So they sneaked into the Lurivia Kingdom to have a deal with Elvian? At the moment, I pondered. The sound of approaching footsteps startled me. I stood up. My instincts told me to immediately hide. Then deftly threw away my broken short bow into the corner of the cargo. Not forgot to return the cloth to a wooden basket to cover it.