Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

The what now? "Ah, I'm terribly sorry to hear that," Andreas replied, hoping the vague sympathy will pass muster. "Perhaps you can make a partial payment for a partial delivery? Just enough to tide you over until tomorrow, when you have the rest of the coin?" Cameron didn't say I should do that but I think he'd be okay with it if it means I don't get mugged for the lot of it! And he didn't say I shouldn't either.

[GamesMaster]

He grunts at him for a moment, then turns to reach behind the door. He hands over a silver. "What will this get me?"

[Andreas Amell]

Hmm, let's see... his full order was supposed to be six silver but that'd be a bitch to try and measure out. So... "Let's see, you've been a steady, loyal customer as I understand it, so how about a forth of your order? Plenty for the night, right?" He gave a good-humored chuckle at the rhyme, trying to keep the tension down. "Then you can get the rest tomorrow for the other five silvers."

[GamesMaster]

"Then I'd say, pleasure doing business with you." 

As Andreas opened the package, the smell assaulted him: some kind of herb lay inside, but it smelled rank, like nothing he's ever smelled in the kitchen before .

[Andreas Amell]

Sweet Ciren! What in Air is this stuff? Some kind of medical herb? "Whew, bit strong, yah?" he commented casually, hoping it won't be weird if the smell is normal but still gives an opening to address the odor is a problem.

[GamesMaster]

"That's how you know it's fresh," he agrees. 

[Andreas Amell]

Oookay, dank herb it is then! "Let me just..." Andreas pulled out a small belt knife, then pauses. "Do you have something to put it in?"

[GamesMaster]

He steps away, fetching a little tin with bits of paper scrap and the faint smell of that weed. 

[Andreas Amell]

Once he's transferred the herb, he carefully resealed the package and nodded. "Alright, so that's one silver please."

[GamesMaster]

"Nah." And that's all the warning Andreas gets before his face is meeting a huge, green fist. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas stumbled back, deliberately not fighting the impact to get some distance. Even as he staggered away, hours and hours of training heaped on him by his grandfather send his fingers twisting and his mouth mumbling. Five seconds later, just as that asshole is moving in for another hit, a fist sized sphere of pale brownish yellow splorted towards him. 

[GamesMaster]

He was rearing back to hit him again, so the acid splashes him in the face, and he shouts. He makes a clumsy grab for the basket, but Andreas is easily able to pull it away from his blind ass. 

[Andreas Amell]

Deciding to get while he can get gone, Andreas bolted down the back street. "Asshole!" he shouted over his shoulder. I am not going to be coming back here tomorrow, prick!

[GamesMaster]

The next two stops are fine, but at the stop after that, the sylph woman beckons him inside before opening her robe to reveal a fine pair of tits. "I don't have the gold, but can I suggest an... alternate payment?" she asks, in a low, seductive tone. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas blinked twice, then squinted at her. "...very nice lines, good colouration, decent poise..." He smiled at her, bowing his head politely. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not currently looking for a model."