585. Yellow Turban III

585. Yellow Turban III

Adam and Vonda enjoyed the street food of East Port, with its variety of spices, important from even the likes of Voska. Adam also brought some for the walkers, not wanting to let the young ones starve while they carried the cloth. Once they were brought to the Adventurer’s Guild, he handed the coins over to the young urchins, and made sure they each left with some more food he had brought.

“These are the colours I brought for the business,” Adam said, revealing a bundle of cloth of each of the four cloths he had brought four rolls of.

“Red is far too aggressive for our business,” Jaygak said.

“Sir Vonda picked the red, and I trust in her ability to spot reds,” Adam replied.

“No, I meant that red is too aggressive for the business, not that this red is too aggressive.”

“Jaygak,” Adam replied, frowning.

Jaygak replied with an innocent smile. “Yes?”

“How can you do this to me?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me.”

“So, it’s treason then,” Adam replied, wondering if he should noogie her.

Jaygak pulled away towards Kitool slightly upon seeing the way he was looking at her.

“Red can be the clothes for our guards then,” Adam replied. “We can use the blue grey for the typical workers, and the brighter blue for some of the higher ranking people. We Executives should have blue clothes with the red for the trim, since that looks coolest.”

“What are the other rolls for?” Jurot asked, spotting the other set Adam was currently packing together.

“The red, blue, and purple are for our Aunts and Uncles. The yellow are for the children. The Salifi gold is for Aunt Sonarot, and your aunt and uncle, Jurot.”

Adam began to write a letter for those back in the Iyr. He wrote who the bundles were for, allowing them to figure it out between themselves, while stating who the yellow and gold belong to. Adam then wrote the most important line.

‘Also, please find a way to stop Lanababy and my little babbies from growing so they stay small and cute forever.

All the best, Adam.’

Adam smiled at his letter. Images of his children flashed through his mind. ‘You little rascals. How can you make me miss you this much?’ Adam thought about his business. It was a good excuse not to adventure if he needed to use it. Then he imagined his children being called the young bosses of the business. ‘I’m going to be the coolest dad ever.’

“You are writing a letter?” Jurot asked.

“Yeah. I’m planning on sending it back with the bundles of cloth.” Adam left the letter out to dry, staring at it with a stupid smile on his face.

“The gates are closed,” Jurot said.

Adam blinked, before looking at the Iyrmen and Sir Vonda before him. He looked as though he had been slapped out of the blue. “Damn it.”

“You can keep it in the Iyr’s account with the Adventurer’s Guild,” Jaygak informed. “They will send it along once the gates are opened, or you can pick it up in Red Oak and take it with you when you return.”

“That’s a good idea...” Adam stared at her suspiciously. “Who are you and what have you done to Jaygak.”

“I have to make it up for teasing you.”

“So you knew you were bullying me?”

“I have to bully you,” Jaygak said.

“Why?”

“It must be done.”

“...” Adam narrowed his eyes at her harder. “Anyway, I realised something while we were in the tournament. You don’t have plate mail.”

“Are you bullying me because I hurt your feelings?”

“No, I’m being very serious. Everyone I faced, from the Priests to the Guardians, all wore plate mail. Every Expert pretty much wore it, and I realised that you were the only one without plate mail. If you had it, you probably...” Adam realised she had won every fight up until Kitool. “Damn, you’re pretty strong, Jaygak.”

Jaygak looked to Kitool for support, but Kitool replied with a soft bow of her head. Adam was technically not bullying her, he was just being Adam.

“Since this is the matter of the party, we’ll use some of the party funds, and my own, to order the plate mail.”

“I can afford it,” Jaygak replied. “I made a lot of coin in the tournament.”

“You did?”

“Right, right,” Adam said. “I, uh, heard about this Salafi gold.”

“The cloth?”

“The metal.”

Yellow Turban bowed his head, motioning for Adam to continue.

“I’ve heard that it can be used to enchant.”

“We know how to enchant it, yes.”

“As you probably know, I work for an enchanter, the Enchanter we call them,” Adam said, chuckling lightly. “I believe our Enchanter might be interested in this metal.”

“Only our people know how working it,” Yellow Turban replied.

Adam bowed his head slowly. “I was just hoping that, perhaps in the future, we could procure some.”

“Perhaps.”

“Fair.” Adam cleared his throat. “I was also hoping to...”

Yellow Turban raised his brows, slowly bowing his head.

“I was hoping to ask about Windsabre, and, perhaps in the future, the Enchanter could... study it?”

“Salafi gold, for one roll, fifteen gold. We sell to people we like, twenty gold. We sell to people we like like, twenty five gold. Yes?”

“Yeah?” Adam replied, unsure of why he would work that way.

“I know you, Adam, few days. I know of Iyr, long time. Iyr ask me for Windsabre, I know they bring back, I still think for it.”

“I understand.”

“Salafi gold, metal, worth much coin. Your axe, if Salifi gold, maybe thousand gold. You know how much we sell if you we like like?”

“Two thousand?”

“We do not sell if we like like. We only give if we like more than like like. I know you, Adam, days. We know years, maybe Kalid, my handsome boy, gift Salafi gold.”

“I understand,” Adam replied, though he was still slightly confused due to the way Yellow Turban spoke the Aldish tongue. “Well, I’d like to let you know that, once we are open for business properly, we are happy to do business with the Yellow Turbans.”

“Your business, it sell magical weapons?”

“Yes.”

“Magical armour?”

“Not right now, unfortunately.”

“Which weapons?”

“Basic,” Adam said. “If we like like, Basic Enhanced and Greater.”

“And for this Yellow Turban?”

“I’ve only known you for a few days, so just like like right now,” Adam replied.

Yellow Turban poured Adam and himself some wine, before raising his cup. “I hope we know for years.”

“Me too.”

Yellow Turban knocked back the wine in one go, and Adam mimicked him.

Constitution Save

D20 + 6 = 21 (15)

Adam swallowed down the wine, which set his throat ablaze, before coughing lightly into his shoulder. ‘What the fu-hoooaaaark?’

“This wine, only for people we like like,” Yellow Turban said, offering Adam some more.

Adam squirmed, feeling a wave of heat rock through his body, his head beginning to grow itchy with ease passing second. Adam nodded, his eyes burning with tears. “Hokay,” he managed to gasp out.

This Yellow Turban guy I like like, even if I can barely understand what he's saying.