[Day 16]
The last two weeks had been very profitable for his brother's guild, and Bulwar was more than happy to have been a part of it. The hunting was fun and the loot had wound up being very profitable. On his downtime from the excursions, Bulwar had taken it upon himself to get his name out there as a cook. Part of the benefit of the guild had been getting first dibs on uncommon and rare cooking ingredients, so setting up a small stall in the marketplace had been a cinch. First priority was always to making sure the members of the guild were well fed with good food, and he was more than happy to comply. However, at this particular moment he was doing a standard market run to deal with all the excess loot that noone in the guild needed, as well as to deliver any of the orders that the merchants had placed.
As he finished up his first deliveries, he decided to take a break and eat a quick lunch. He sat down at a bench in the park, pulling up his inventory and scrolling through to the food, pulling out one of his custom sandwiches called [Walker Deluxe]. He unwrapped it and began eating it with one hand, the other pulling up the message tab and quickly rattling off replies, some confirming new orders, some informing that their order would be arriving soon, and so on. The guildwide message from Delcastle popped up and he quickly scanned it before closing it, already knowing the situation as he had discussed it with his brother the night before. He stood up with a sigh, crinkling up the wrapper and throwing it in the trash.
As he was proceeding to deliver the rest of the days orders the guild tab flashed. He quickly pulled it up to see the name "Tailpin" had been added to the roster. "Oh." He said, mildy surprised. "Looks like Delcaslte finally got a hold of him. About time. He recognised the name because he happed to run into the archer when he got up early one day. They shared a meal and a small conversation, then parted ways. He had not told his brother because, well, where would the fun be in that?
As he was delivering the orders, he stooped by his preferred blacksmith Zachary. Afternoon, Zachary. How's business?
Zachary was an older man, Bulwar estimated late thirties, early fourties, with a strong build, almost as it he was a blacksmith in real life, too. "Afternoon lad, running errands for your guild again? To what do I owe the pleasure?" He said with a grin.
"Aye, and I figured I'd come by to see if you've got any tower shields for me. Mine are getting a bit underpowered for the upcoming work.
"Ah, fair enough lad. As a matter of fact I do have a pair of shields for you, give me a moment." He pulled up his inventory and pulled out a matching pair of tower shields, laying them down on the counter. They were a polished steel, emblazoned with a literal tower on the center of the shield, the details trimmed with a deep red.
Bulwar checked the stats and they were only a couple levels lower than him, so he decided to buy them. "Sold, what's the price on them?" He asked, knowing full well it was not that huge of a matter.
The old man smiled slyly. "How about we call it a pre-payment for my next order?"
"Fair enough, pleasure doing business with you Zachary."
"Likewise lad."
After the transaction, Bulwar finished his rounds and then decided to see if he could find Delcastle and discuss business.
