05-16-2022, 10:52 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]It was true that Zjarr hadn't quite understood the position that Vale held until ve up and told him. Ardent of the Pitt. Hmm. Well, that explained why ve was hollering and shrieking out demands like ve was ruler of the whole damn world. In any case, it was always good to identify the leaders of the groups, especially if he had the intention of doing any business with them. And this Vale person didn't seem to be too much of an asshole, just on the louder side. Nothing the demon couldn't tolerate.
The husky snorted at the crow's offer of a feral crow to him. A little corvid muse, huh? It would be...cute, he guessed. Maybe one of the kids could feed it. Teach 'em sum' 'bout responsibility. Hopefully he had enough peanuts to spare for the crow. "Yeah, I'll take one of 'em, if you're offerin'. I'll bring it with me to the Pitt once I'm done," he responded. Vale's request seemed to be fairly simple now that ve fleshed out vis idea, and he felt more confident in his ability to work on the project.
What did he want in return? That was certainly a good question. One of Zjarr's primary reasons for coming to Tanglewood in the first place was the immediate, easy access to scrap materials in their swampy junkyard, so more resources for his blacksmithing ventures would be far from necessary. Was there anything ve could give him? Perhaps an agreement. "Tell ya what. Y'don't gotta give me anythin' now, but I'll make a deal with ya. I'll make your statue, multiple even, dependin' on time 'n' resources. All I'm askin' for in return is some space for a lil' stall right in the Pitt's plaza." Doing business in the heart of the Pitt? Was he a madman? Of course he was, but there was a rhyme and reason behind his request. "Now, I'm a busy bee, I ain't gonna be there all the time. I care 'bout you 'n' your group's gossip 'n' secrets 'bout as much as you care 'bout my own. I'm jus' lookin' for a decent place to sell my wares if I'm in the area, and any other Ignibus as well. Avoids you havin' to trudge back into this swamp again if y'need me for anythin' else. I like my repeat customers," Zjarr added, a warm, wide grin upon his maw. Not only would this be a good opportunity for himself, he could extend it to his children once they were of age to sell and craft their own weapons. Having a secure, trusted location to trade would greatly simplify the process and perhaps put the newfound Tangler's mind at ease once they started getting into the family business. He wanted the best for them, and only the best.
"Whaddaya say, Ardent Vale? Do we have a deal?" he said with his grin unwavering, extending a paw out as though offering it for the other to shake. Could crows shake on it that well? Probably not. He didn't care. As long as he got a positive response, he would be all set.
The husky snorted at the crow's offer of a feral crow to him. A little corvid muse, huh? It would be...cute, he guessed. Maybe one of the kids could feed it. Teach 'em sum' 'bout responsibility. Hopefully he had enough peanuts to spare for the crow. "Yeah, I'll take one of 'em, if you're offerin'. I'll bring it with me to the Pitt once I'm done," he responded. Vale's request seemed to be fairly simple now that ve fleshed out vis idea, and he felt more confident in his ability to work on the project.
What did he want in return? That was certainly a good question. One of Zjarr's primary reasons for coming to Tanglewood in the first place was the immediate, easy access to scrap materials in their swampy junkyard, so more resources for his blacksmithing ventures would be far from necessary. Was there anything ve could give him? Perhaps an agreement. "Tell ya what. Y'don't gotta give me anythin' now, but I'll make a deal with ya. I'll make your statue, multiple even, dependin' on time 'n' resources. All I'm askin' for in return is some space for a lil' stall right in the Pitt's plaza." Doing business in the heart of the Pitt? Was he a madman? Of course he was, but there was a rhyme and reason behind his request. "Now, I'm a busy bee, I ain't gonna be there all the time. I care 'bout you 'n' your group's gossip 'n' secrets 'bout as much as you care 'bout my own. I'm jus' lookin' for a decent place to sell my wares if I'm in the area, and any other Ignibus as well. Avoids you havin' to trudge back into this swamp again if y'need me for anythin' else. I like my repeat customers," Zjarr added, a warm, wide grin upon his maw. Not only would this be a good opportunity for himself, he could extend it to his children once they were of age to sell and craft their own weapons. Having a secure, trusted location to trade would greatly simplify the process and perhaps put the newfound Tangler's mind at ease once they started getting into the family business. He wanted the best for them, and only the best.
"Whaddaya say, Ardent Vale? Do we have a deal?" he said with his grin unwavering, extending a paw out as though offering it for the other to shake. Could crows shake on it that well? Probably not. He didn't care. As long as he got a positive response, he would be all set.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot