Monthly Market Stalls and Goods

It wasn't as if Theodora needed the money, hell, her retainer was enough to keep her comfortable, and since her parent's murder, she barely, if ever, came back to Kirkwall proper to set up a stall. But needs dictated that she get her name out there with some of her more, unique, skills. After all, what good was being a dwarf, and a mechanic, a dwarven mechanic, if she did use her skills to attempt to attract an apprentice, even if she was certain she was going to have a certain half-elf in her home once a day trying to learn the ins and outs, or, to make more money.

More money meant that she didn't have to go out as a mercenary any more. More money meant that she could be very comfortable staying home in her little cottage a little ways from the northern gate -- the one that opened towards Sundermount, there in the mountain's shadow she made mechanical birds that sang along with music boxes by keys turned, wearable time keepers, as long as one matched it to the noon-day sun properly, small chimes that could be triggered by a button somewhere else in a house, without a string, a massive contraption of spinning gears and parts that make most's head spin. But she also had more practical wares too -- repeating crossbows that didn't require being re-cranked between shots, and fine ceremonial blades that were engraved with delicate scroll and lace work. No jewelry maker she made things to delight, or to kill, there was nothing for personal adornment in her stall, there in Lowtown.

She didn't show any sign that she knew someone had come into the stall, as she hunched over a piece of work, a hand file gently taking bits of metal off what looked like a coin. Hammered flat earlier that morning, she had already etched where she would need to saw away to make the gear that was missing from the music box there on her makeshift work bench. Hair tied up behind her hair in a tight bun, her magnifying glasses slid down her nose, as she swiped the file along the edge two more times before lifting it to the light and checking. Be with ya in a moment. She moved the file two more times, picked the coin up off the bench, blew on it, and then admired it once, before putting it back down and slipping her magnifying glasses off, blinking at the return of her distance vision. Alright then, how can I help ya?

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The Elven woman who walked up to her stall hummed slightly as she did so. Her footsteps were quiet but not on purpose. It sometimes came of wearing next to nothing as shoes. Merril tilted her head to the side seeing the dwarven woman's stall. She always did enjoy going to look if there was someone selling new wares!

Merril moved up to the stall watching the other woman's fingers move with facination. "Oooooh this looks interesting!"

Merril could tell right away this was not the usual type of shop. It was amazing. Her eyes drifted over the various wares and back to what Theodora was doing.

"Is that a coin? It looks like a coin but you are taking metal off it and you are doing it in full view and during the day so I really don't think it can just be a coin."

Merril seriously doubted cole mongers would work in bright daylight and have a shop. "I'm Merril!"

Theo put the final bit of grind on the gear bit she was working to make, pulling her magnifying glasses down her nose as she turned to regard the woman there in the market, head tilted some. Elf. Theo had some dealings with the elves, but not much. She knew she was an oddity to some, a surface dwarf and all.

Aye, yer right, it'd be a crime to deface money like this, merchants try and shave bits of the copper, gold, and silver off coin in the past, so ya got to be careful when ya get coinage back. It's a thing, but aye, yer right, it's not a coin, it'll be a gear once it's done. Name's Theodora, dwarven mechanic by trade. Theo wiggled her leather glove off, and offered a clean hand over to the woman. And that gear is gonna be going into a music box, as a wedding present for someone, haven't picked out the tune yet, but I'm sure it'll come ta me. She scratched at the side of her neck, a little embarrassed now, she was rambling.

Nice ta meet ya Merril. Now, are ya looking for something specific, or just lookin for the sake of lookin?

Merril made a mental note to check most of the coins that came into her possession. She had heard of cole-mongering but did not know it was so prevalent she should check her coins.

Merrill took the hand offered and gave it a shake. It was a human and dwarven gesture mostly from what she had seen, but one she had learned to mimic.

Ohhh you will make something that plays a song? That's a beautiful wedding present. Well, it's a beautiful anytime present.l I didn't mean it was just good for a wedding.

Merril leaned forward to take a closer look at the gear and shoved her black curls out of the way. She then looked back up at the dwarf. Looking for the sake of looking, I don't know what all you make and if I want to buy anything yet