Buying Your Snowballs And Eggs!

[Areon 947]

"I'm seeking to purchase all mass-stock of snowballs and eggs, it can be arranged to pay you in iron if that is more suitable, due to the rarity of the minting of currency in these times.

 

No, you can not ask what I need them for.

 

Send any offers to Kethla Starbreaker at the Kal.

((Areontrade))"

[RSG 9]

With a grunt Michael prods himself up on his crutches in the black of the night having being disturbed in his sleep by the knocking onto his door he brings his left hand towards his face winching in pain from the wounds he had suffered not too long ago, brushing a good few locks of stray hair out of his face before bringing his palms over to his eyes to rub the sleep out of them.

Once more the sound of a steel gauntlet banging on the door is heard.

"Knock.. Knock... KNOCK."

 

Sighing he slides his coat over his night bare torso that had been wrapped into many layers of bandages, squinting his eyes almost shut at the loud sound of the gauntlet hitting the door he sighs glancing over at the window, seemingly having forgotten to close the curtains for once, something that he normally would mind enjoying the darkness, while sinking away into his own train of thoughts the familiar sound could be heard once more.

 

"KNOCK... KNOCK .. KNOCK!"

 

Growing tired off the sound he starts to stumble and prod his way down the marble staircase, while the sound continues with his name constantly being called, the idea of who ever the fool is waking the others in his house up swims through his mind, after a heated discussion at the door he snatches the note from the messenger his hand, telling him to wait for a moment.

Michael's eyes scan over the note for a short period of time, nodding slightly before looking at the messenger and telling him.

 

"Find me this person, ask him or her how much eggs she would require.. and arrange a proper deal with her, if not bring this person over to the Crystal Sanctum to discuss a price as I am not able to travel over there where ever she is my self."

 

With a nod the messenger clad in the Steel fist uniform hurries off, in the attempt to find the author of this note, knowing that in the back of his head he had angered Michael by arriving at this time of night.