grimAuxilliam wrote:"Thank you sir," the alchemist replies as he wanders in that general direction. He eventually finds the store among the crowded stone structures. He enters the rocky room and is surrounded by a myriad of gems of all types. The earth pony walks up to the owner of the store and ask, "Excuse me, but do you have some high grade crushed amethyst? I'll need 200 grams. And I'll need an assorted set of other low grade gems. Lemme check my list." He deftly yanks a scroll out of his saddlebags and unfurls it on the ground and requests, "I will need 75 grams of low grade sapphire, malachite, peridot, emerald and topaz. How much will all this cost?"
The beige unicorn in wrappings covering his face, neck, and shoulders turns "Ah! A pony with an eye for quality powderized gems. Let me take a look at my stock." He disappears to the back to return with several urns and bags telekinetically floating behind him, each floating forward at the sound of its name and price. "If a high grade amethyst is what you are searching for then look no further! This fine batch is ground, flawless, royal purple amethyst. 200 grams will cost you 400 gold, but I promise you, you won't be disappointed with the results!" The urn is carefully lowed as the other bags stay afloat. "At 75 grams the sapphire will come to 70 gp, 30 for the malachite, 80 for the last of my peridot, 110 for the emerald, and finally the topaz, which is on sale , I'll part with my last 100 grams for a mere 20 gp."
Intendant S wrote:Slowly entering the town, an earth pony with a white coat and blood-red mane wanders through the marketplace. Covering assorted scars, most likely earned through battle, sits a tarnished and battered set of plate mail. On the back sits a pitted and scarred shield and sheathed at the side is a sword that has seen better days. While still fully functional, this equipment could use some repair work. Noticing the blacksmith, the mare heads over in that direction.
"Excuse me, but how much is it to repair my armor, shield, and weapon? The last battle that I was in was rather brutal and I'm afraid that it won't last much longer."
The large pony, blackened from soot, walks up to the table he calls a counter and looks the equipment up and down (as well as the mare) *he lets out a long low whistle* "What did you do, catch an avalanche? Or were you in that recent cave in?" *he rubs his forehead revealing a streak of pink fur with a purple mane* "Repair work will cost about 75% of what it would cost you to just replace it. It may be worth your coin to just replace it. I have some mithral weapons you might find useful, but they're usually more popular amongst the pegasi. Ha! Also..." he looks about "...I'm the only merchant around selling Cold Iron weapons. Extremely dangerous to ponykin but the sad reality is we end up fighting our kind more often then I'd like."