*the hard looking wood-cutter blinks indignantly* "twenty silver fer a loaf o' bread... Are ye mad? Was fifteen two days ago afore it were ten a month o' go! 'ow am I ta feed my kin wit twenty pence bread, ya think I shit silver!!"
*The Baker nods with sympathy* "I know. I can only tell ya wut the miller told me.. take it or leave it, but on the morrow will like as not be more; and, more still by week's end."
"Wut! ya can't do that! Bloody 'ells!! There's be laws bout this! "
"right, sorry Tom, maybe next week then a?"
"Fook dat, g' me the damn bread now afore it's fifty silver- g'me two extra in fact"
In Silverymoon and other cities along the Rauvin the prices for foodstuffs have been rising. Grains, fish, dried meats and cheeses, honey and grog all seem to be in short supply. For trade goods from lumber to furs and cotton and clothing, the usual amount of materials still flow from their regular sources and yet prices appear to be rising in towns and cities across the Marches, even the price of an ale seems affected.
The bread costs more...
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Re: The bread costs more...
Aglaril stares with surprise at the server who broke the news of rising prices. He snorts and reluctantly instructs them to bring out an even cheaper vintage than his previous selection.
"Right... Seldarine, I am officially annoyed. Someone's going to answer for this."
"Right... Seldarine, I am officially annoyed. Someone's going to answer for this."
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt