Solo (Solo) Know your archery: Huntress of the Night

[Miria]

Spring 48th, 513 AV Walking outside her arvinta Miria yawned lazily as the first of that morning's light started to peek out into Avanthal. This Coolwater offered a sardonic look at other Coolwaters as they heartily greeted each other before attending to their boats. Once the former Skyglow was a normal member of society but after moving to Coolwater hold Miria found herself waking up into the wee hours of the morning with the rest of the Coolwaters while the rest of the holds are happily sleeping away in their arvinta. "Yep another early morning" Miria commented as she started towards the mess hall. Instead of attending to the boats and hauling in fish and other food stuff into Avanthal she only made arrows and the occasional bow. Which means that she would wake up to the incessant chatter of a busy hold early in the morning with nothing to do. So when she wanted to escape the morning rush she merely hung out in the mess hall until everything died down in over at Coolwater then maybe do some work. Miria found she did her best work in relative silence where she only had her thoughts and whatever was in front of her to work on. A pungent aroma wafted through the air as she had breakfast ordering Tomatoes, Bell peppers, Plums, Radishes all separate with a side of herbs to go along with a piping cup of tea. Asking several of Winterflame cooks what the best vegetables were in the spring season Miria learned to appreciate the new crops as they were harvested for that season. Recalling those four in one instance led to her having a spring time favorite meal of the day. It might have been her imagination but food tasted the best when she knew it to be in season. Accompanied by a light vinegar and some oil it really made the Coolwater feel a bit more refined when it came to locale cuisine. "Amazing as usual dear chef" Exiting out of the with an extra cup of piping tea Miria sipped slowly as the fresh steam from the cup warmed her. It was then when she happened across a cat nearing her hold. It layed prone for a moment before starting to prowl away from Miria as it wandered the docks. The cat did not notice the Coolwater as she followed it only a few paces away from the feline. Taking extra care it started to sneak around the docks possibly looking for a free meal some careless Coolwater sailor left behind. Setting her cup aside Miria found herself trying to mirror the strange creature's movements as it searched the docks. Feeling something forthcoming Miria froze as the cat suddenly turned not noticing the pair of eyes peering out from behind a pile of crates. The cat's journey was interrupted as a pair of noisy sailors walked along the it's path. Bolting at the sight the cat darted into cover where Miria was not noticing the archer behind it. The cat's eyes were trained on the pair as Miria stood frozen trying to stay concealed. Every part of her being told her find a better finding place. Any moment now the cat might turn just to see Miria bearing down on him. However the Coolwater stayed still even though every part of her screamed to move. It was knowing that she had to stay still that made it feel so impossible . Finally the danger passed and the cat felt it safe enough to emerge from behind the crates and continued on with his little mission. By now however Miria had enough of following the little cat around. Her breathing was erratic after slowing it down randomly and she felt a different kind of strain that came from too much concentration. All she wanted to do now was relax a bit in her bed and be alone with her thoughts for the moment. After the better part of half a chime the Coolwater questioned what she had planned for that day. Something having to do with the market. Her thoughts went back to the cat when suddenly a strange want came after remembering how she hid from the feline. For some reason Miria really felt like wanting to go out and do some clothes shopping. Her face gave a slightly confused look at her conclusion but in the ended opted to think nothing of it. She must want to go shopping for a reason. Perhaps not only clothes shopping, she had to get a new quiver some arrows to replace the ones she bought last season, and a few cooking supplies so that she can make her own in season fruits and vegetable creations. Yes it seemed like shopping was always the most sensible thing to do. “Why didn't I go sooner?”

[Miria]

Her first stop at the Nimble Thimble Miria found exactly what she was looking for and more. Her face lightened up at the amazing selection that was offered today but winced slightly seeing the outlandish prices some of the more unique selections offered. It was fine either way the Coolwater only wanted to get an extra set of clothes so that the ones she was wearing would not wear down too fast. Avoiding the whites and blacks Miria moved to the more colorful selections that the market had to offer. Pursing her lips slightly she bit her tongue in anguish as she tried to decide what color scheme she would ultimately go with. Ultimately her decision was only limited to the usual hues of Taldera unless she got something dyed which might end with her spending more then she intended. Shrugging slightly the archer merely walked around grabbing whatever she found absolutely enticing. A scarf here here, a shirt there and that lovely looking jacket there. Making her rounds she also saw the second section of the store that held the raw material along with some dyes for the more adventurous do-it-yourself shoppers. Ultimately at checkout she found herself with a lovely arrangement of linens, leathers and some a shade of dark green and baby blue dyes she wanted them to apply along with a shade of grew she wanted exclusively for the cloak. “How much will that be?” The archer pouted slightly at the fee but ultimately decide it was well worth the fee. Miria nodding philosophically as she went for her purse. Sometimes a flirt had to suffer some hard work to look good. Moving over to the Frozen Falls Market Miria gathered some cooking supplies that she saw the Winterflames in the mess hall had earlier. A cooking pot and pan set, a few bowls and perhaps a ladle like them then on to the actual cooking ingredients. Miria's eyes shimmered a surprised green seeing all the basic cooking essentials together. “That there is a cooking set. Most cooks and chefs use this stuff all the time so some of the smarter merchants go ahead and gather the essentials for them.” Looking up the merchant's sudden explanation surprised her. “That obvious I'm new to this huh?” Miria was given a reassuring smile to answer her nervous reply as the trader helped her with picking out what wares to buy. “If you have no idea how to prepare a dish look up the recipes for a certain food then come over to the market to experiment.” Leaning in for a better look Miria listened as the merchant explained how to start off her journey as a cook. After their discussion Miria managed to discern what cooking utensils were needed when out hunting. A bowl, an extra bowl and an extra tankard was ultimately taken after a lengthy discussion with the trader. The conversation proved insightful as she was even given advice on how to prepare for a hunt. “Just like before if you want to prepare yourself for a hunt think of what you can possibly make with only a fire.” Miria blinked uncomprehendingly as she was at a lost on what she can and can't make with only a fire. “...so you have your roasts which go over the fire. So you want sticks to hold them up and some seasoning to go with your catch.” “Those are all in the chef kit you were talking about earlier!” “That's right. Now would you like a little recipe that even a new cook like yourself can do.” Her eyes shimmering a happy yellow at the good news Miria quickly repeated the three ingredients in her head. Flour, salt and water. Mix them up and you get a cracker like bread that is good for soup. I'll buy some flour now and make it at home! Not a second after she reached for the flour Miria's hand was assaulted by the same helpful merchant as he raised one finger to scold the Coolwater. “Not now lady! Wait until you actually have a meal planned out before cooking anything.” “But I want to-” “If your only going to cook the bread it's not going to be a proper meal. Think about what you wanna do first before you buy any supplies. That's my first and last advice I'm gonna give you.” Randomly getting rebuked by the trader really confused young Miria as she packed the cooking utensils away in her bag. Should she be worried about the fact that a merchant just told her not to buy something of his or was it that he struck him that was bothering her? Perhaps it was both. Huffing slightly at the new weight Miria was now starting to understand the wisdom in the merchant's advice. Still though. "He didn't have to hit me." Miria muttered finally. Being nearing the end of the frozen falls market Miria opted to look at the remaining stalls before lugging her new goodies back home. Thankfully thought it did not take long for something to jump out to Miria. Out of the corner of her eyes with it's dark shades of blue grabbed at the huntress's attention as she hurried over for a closer look. All feelings of fatigue faded as she looked upon that stylish new dress garnered her attention. It might have be a slim fit but that might work in the archer's favor seeing the long sleeves that extended to her very fingers. Similar to having an archery glove on the elegant piece was something the archer knew she had to have. ”Excuse me sir” Miria beamed at the merchant. Miria's eyes shimmered a conniving blue as she noticed the lack of a ring on the man's finger perhaps she could 'convince' him to give her a better deal? “I'm not to sure of the price yet though dear.” Miria gave the trader a reassuring smile to go along with the soft voice. Nodding slightly the man knew what Miria meant given the tone of voice. Ultimately he knew she was going to buy the dress but after asking for a few mizas to be taken off the price. After that debacle with the overpriced exotic goods the merchant knew he had to rebuild some trust with the locales regarding price. “I'm thinking two less from what you asked.” The other went through the price in his head a few times before shaking his head in acceptance. “Actually make it two and a half.” Rolling his eyes slightly he accepted her terms but indicated with his body language that he would go now further. “Wow that was easily!” Miria replied happily accepting the deal given to her. The archer should have just taken the offer and left but a more risque thought interrupted her recent machinations.

[Miria]

It was as empty as the marketplace was ever going to be. Everyone now either taking a break or closing down for a quick lunch Miria eyes quickly turned back to the merchant from before. The huntress held the merchant's attention with a promiscuous gaze as she brought her hand up and started to push him back into his stall. Pinning him between herself and the his many crates of merchandise that lined his stall she brought both of her hands up to rest on the man's shoulders as she started to draw in close. "I have another proposition for you if you don't mind." Leaning forward she then started whispering in the other's ear so that would be no confusion to what she said. "I know you guys also barter around here so I was wondering if perhaps you would humor me while I give you a counteroffer." Still slightly baffled the man was only able to nod dumbfounded while Miria tried to come off as seductive as she thought possible. Biting her lip anxiously the archer gave a short, if not nervous, laugh as she worked up the daring needed for her proposition. "How does this sound? The lower you go for me. The lower I go for you. Would you like that?" Lightly nibbling his ears she asked about the earlier offer. "You said you would give me two and a half off right? How about three?" A knowing smile came as the poor man writhed uncontrollably before he nodded in agreement. Resting her head on his shoulder the huntress gave a short growl as as played with the cuff of his collar before pulling on it ever so seductively. At this moment Miria's playful banter was starting to seem a little more then the teasing to the man now. Smiling along the man stumbled on his next words as he croaked out another miza iff the price tag. Leaning forward Miria closed her eyes as she lifted the man's shirt and giving him a raspberry which garnered a giddy snicker from the merchant. "Five! Five Mizas off!" the man exclaimed as he closed his eyes, lips wet with anticipation. "Oh yeah?" Miria asked as she crouched down to the floor besides him. Shrugging obviously satisfied she finally answered "Sounds good." The merchant stood poised with his eyes closed for almost a full chime, posing even as he waited with frisk anticipation. Finally his eyes fluttered open to see Miria below him with a confused expression on her face. "This as low I can get without getting dirt I think" Miria said plainly. The 'innocent' response made the man mimic the confused expression Miria was giving him. Making her way up she made sure raised her hands to his knees where she gave the barest touch that barely brushed his skin. Normally the response led to a small laugh at the subtle touch but laughing was the last thing on the man's mind. "That was a fun game we played. Don't you feel better better now?" Asides from the deceitful blue hues that her eyes gave Miria gave no other indication that she meant to trick the man. Only a fun game to 'negotiate' for a better price. "So you said five mizas off right?" Miria smiled knowingly. Amazing what responses she can bring out with just some playful tickling and some alluring undertones. There is no way I would have done something like THAT, Miria thought giving him a consoling hug. "Thank you so much! You really made my day dear." In truth Miria did not approve of the deception as she threw the man a bone. "I'll drop by later after dropping all this stuff at my home. I actually want to wear that as I go home. If your offer still stands I would love to come back home wearing that. Though you might have to find someplace for me to change..." Shrugging at the thought Miria waved her goodbyes as she started to make her way to her arvinta. Whether the man stayed or even if his off his 'deduction' still applied was entirely up to him. Either way Miria was going to buy the dress if given the chance. Perhaps I should have sticked with having one or two Miza's off. I might have made him a bit cross with my earlier antics. Miria made it back to her hold just in time to see fellow Coolwaters come back laden with their catches of the day. The off putting fish smell was almost balanced by the familiar faces that Miria grew fond of. Almost. She still winced at the smell of fresh fish as she hurried along. The archer almost missed invitation to have lunch with fellow hold members as she hastily retreated inside the hold. "I'd love to have lunch with the crew. Just give me a moment to organize this stuff first. Then we'll see if you guys like my cooking." Her newfound clothes and everyday accessories spawled across her bed Miria felt a small notch of pride at her day's haul. The lingering fish smell came to mind as she opted to just stay in her everyday clothes. Given the smell of the docks that won't do. I suppose I can wear them on my days off and the days where I mostly spend the day inside. Nodding in acceptance of the rules set out for herself though Miria adjusted her conditions just for today. There was one article of clothing that she wanted to wear no matter what and it wasn't the dress. She still had to run back and buy that beautiful piece. "This feels incredible!" Miria squealed in delight as she felt the plush, soft undergarments on her skin. Making a few confident turns Miria was overly ecstatic at the feeling her new clothes made. It was she was her body was lined with a soft layer of pure ecstasy. Satisfied with her new apparel she brought along the the newly bought cooking kit along with extra wood for today's cooking duties. Near the docks the Coolwaters started up the fireplace as Miria set down the cooking kit wondering what to do. Moments later Miria had devised a few thin sticks that would ultimately be used as the skewers for the fish. Roasts. Like that guy in the market mentioned. Poking at the embers with a stick Miria sat crouched with an unfocused stare as she waited for something she can put over the fire. Maybe I should bring Honey out and- "Fish is here!"

[Miria]

Miria grabbed greedily at the new toy examining it for a moment before looking looking at the others for insight. "If it's small like the one you have there you can skewer it and just place it by the fire." "Salt only right?" "Salt would be good" The man beside her who the group elected as the cooking assistant then proceeded to impale the fish on the wooden sticks Miria fashioned. A few laughs were aimed her way as they reveled in her reaction giving a disgusted look at the sudden sight. Wincing slightly Miria went for her eating knife after missing a few attempts at jamming the stick into the fish. After awhile the new cook finally figured out inverting the fish and starting through the opening in his mouth made for easier skewing. Though after awhile Miria did not realize that the position of assistant cook was placed on her shoulders as she was tasked with salting the fishes. Finally with all the fishes on a stick and somewhat salted the archer helped with placing the stakes in a perimeter around the fire. Then she was tasked with making a makeshift altar for the big fish they caught out of the bunch. Placed over the fire the archer's shoddy wooden altar comprised of three lengths of word recieved a stifled snort for her efforts as she also added in a bit of extra seasoning to go with the salt. Miria took turns with her little cooking helper as they turned the fish in intervals so they cook evenly until it was finally time to eat. The time of reckoning finally came for the small Coolwater group as they hungrily awaited their meals to be handed out. Quite a few of the fish in Miria's care was a tad burnt explaining she wanted to make sure the fish was cooked. Miria recieved a few remarks and grimaces saying that there was too much salt on the fish but otherwise was acceptable as far as novice cooks go. All that was left now was the main course of the especially large fish in front of them. Given less chances for Miria to mess with the fish's integrity the archer's cooking assistant displayed the main course with pride as he gave a reassuring glance at the other Coolwater. After the first bite Miria gave a relieved sigh as tasting nothing amiss while tasting the humongous fish. Beside her however a startled cry came from the sailor left of her sputtering and spitting in disdain at what he just tasted. "What's wrong?" Miria nibbled her portion of fish as she tried to taste what was amiss. The salt was subtle but there was still enough -ah. Miria dropped the eyebrow she had raised to the man as her mood took a dive tasting her 'creation. "What did you put in this?" "I think the man from before said it was ginger?" He paused giving the archer a disbelieving stare as Miria threw her hands over her head. "Hahaha! Are you kidding? What were you thinking?" Miria gave a short pout as she retreated from the group that was all to eager to tease her. She was just learning how to cook. Why were they so critical about it? "If you don't like what I prepared it's not like I'm forcing you to eat it you know." They shared one more laugh at the archer's expense before settling down and talking about their various catches of the day. Finally it was Miria's turn as they asked about her day in the market. "How was the market today Miria? Managed to see all those arrows?" "Eh?" "Didn't you sat you were going into town to sell your arrows today?" Giving a deadpan stare it took Miria a moment for her to recognize those words as her own. That's right! I was suppose to go to the market but not to buy clothes. Well I always have time to buy for clothes but I also had to sell my arrows while I was there. It's all because of that ridiculous early morning routine. Scoffing heartily Miria gave her own rendition of what happened at the marketplace that day. "I was surprised people actually bought most of my wares without question. I made so much today. In fact I had to come back and restock on my wares. If I didn't have such ridiculously good business this refined princess would probably have had lunch far away from you boorish fisherman." Satisfied with her response Miria excused herself from the group as she prepared to go back into the market. Quickly emptying and refilling the arrows into her bag she quickly jostled Honey before leaving. "Can't play now HoneyBun momma's got to run to the market so that we can make some money. We can't have me shirking my responsibilities right? That's right we need money so you have food on your table or whatever it is you rabbits have."

[Miria]

Leaving just as quickly as she came her backpack was nearly bursting with handmade arrows and the like as she made her way to the marketplace. Kicking up snow behind her Miria's body grew warm at the sudden effort of running to the marketplace. If she somehow sets a spot fast enough the archer should have just enough time to do one rendition of some famous archer that will help her sell. However first she would have to actually make good time going there. Like a deer having a romp through the forest the archer swayed to and fro as she navigated through the crowds. Leaped from side to side to quickly outmaneuver larger,slower traffic and outright sprinted when the way was clear. Daylight was quickly fading as Miria dropped her supplies in a hurry as she tried to make a clear imprint on the snow. Her fieldwork left much to be desired but it would have to do on such short notice. Setting her arrows in a small pile besides her Miria then started her sales pitch as a few curious eyes regarded the archer. “Daylight's fading! Come buy quick! Before the night stalker comes and takes them for all for herself.” Miria paused for what seemed to be a dramatic pause as she tried to think of how to follow up. A sudden thought of the cat from earlier brought an idea to her story as she recalled the cat's characteristics. Ideas of sneaking and prowling came to the fore as thoughts of Ravok came after. Who is the night stalker?” One man asked in length. Miria smiled winningly as she looked back at the man. Perhaps one of the more superstitious type but that was good. That meant that at the very least she can entrance him with her story. “Ra'cheal was her name at least when she was born.” The archer then drew her attention to the remaining people willing to humor her. At the very least Miria was going to put on a good show. “However when tragedy struck Ra'cheal she was no more. Now there is only the huntress of Ravok, the huntress of the night, the night stalker who now calls herself Nevermourne.” Miria made sure to play to the back of the crowd this time as she unfolded her story. The last time few times she sold her arrows she was shooting arrows. That was easy enough to see from a distance but this time the archer had to rely on her story more than anything to sell herself. For this performance Miria realized that she had to exaggerate or otherwise overplay her role so that the ones further away can follow along. “During the day the only a mere walker but when light fades a night stalker.” Bringing up her cloak she covered most of her body garnering a few laughs as she played out the role of a hidden, stalking predator. “Disappearing in plain sight as she moves. Prowling, advancing, nothing was left alive if she choosed.” Moving close to the man from before Miria's next words came out as little higher then a whisper. “For she is not your ordinary archer some say she lost her archer's pride. Up close and personal the night stalker prevails pot shots and ambushes she's not above shooting at you from behind.” Lightly grabbing at the man's shirt she bundled a piece of the cloth together before pulling on the fabric. A confused expression formed from her unwitting volunteer seeing the small clump of his shirt that Miria was lightly tugging on. “She'll pin you to a wall just to wait for the next arrow.” Miria drew close to the man's face trying to put on an intimidating front as she continued. “Ra'cheal likes to hear grown men scream before she makes it so that they are fit to reside in a mere burrow.” Releasing her grip and giving her volunteer a wink Miria walked a few steps away preparing for the end of her performance. She took a deep breathe to prepare then continued on with her story. “Agile, cunning and crafty in her approach.One moment from a distance-” Miria took a step towards the man from the beginning before diving into a roll landing in a daze besides him. “then suddenly up close!” The archer gave a small smile as she wiped off the snow that got in her hair. She gave a short nervous laugh before readdressing the serious mood that she has been setting up. “When facing her you can only hope that night turns to day. For if night doesn't fade and your in dear Ra'cheal's sights. You should stop to pray that Ra'cheal doesn't want to fight.” Thank you for listening! That was Ra'cheal the night huntress of Ravok.” Giving a short bow Miria then motioned to her wares reminding everyone why she was there in the first place. “Make sure you get your arrows here! Quick before the night hunter's time is upon us. Also don't forget to tip this little lady for the show.” Miria threw out the last bit slightly abashed. Realizing too late that some might have taken that seriously her eyes turned a slightly embarrassed green as she sold whatever she could. With that her sales for the day would be mostly over. Any leftovers if any would probably go directly to the owners of the snow-stained bows. Then after all that she still had one thing left to do. “Now to see a man about a dress I've been wanting to wear all day.” She gave a knowing smile as she made her way to where he saw him last. “Maybe I can convince him to give me a bigger discount.”

[Miria]

Stuff I bought: scarf 1 sm (llama wool x 10, dyed x 1.5) – 1 gm, 1sm, 5 cm shirt 1 sm (llama wool x 10, dyed x 1.5) – 1 gm, 1 sm, 5 cm jacket 6sm (Wool, medium x 1.5, fur-trim x 1.5, dyed x 1.5) – 2 gm, 4 sm undergarments 1 sm (lace-trim x 4, silk x 25, dyed x 1.5) – 2 gm, 9 sm 5 cm belt 2 sm (fine wool x 3, dyed x 1.5) – 8 sm, 5 cm Breeches 8 sm (felt x 2, dyed x 1.5) – 2 gm 8 sm High boots - 5 sm Cook/chef toolkit, 10 gm 16 ounce tankard – 9 cm 2 bowls 6”/10 oz – 4cm pan, 12”/8 oz – 3 cm Cooking pot, gallon – 3 sm 18gm 39sm 36cm = 22gm 2sm 6cm dress 8cm (llama wool x 10, embroidered x 5, dyed x 1.5) – 13 gm, 6cm 35gm, 8sm, 6cm

[Noblesse]

Miria Coolwater :

Experience:

• Stealth +1
  
• Cooking +2
  
• Storytelling +2
  
• Seduction +1
  
• Negotiation +2
  
• Acrobatics +1

Lores:

• Using Your Free Time for Shopping
  
• Tricking a Merchant into Giving You a Discount
  
• Doing Bad at Your First Attempt at Cooking
  
• Story: The Night Stalker

Other
+Inventory: scarf, shirt, jacket, undergarment, belt, breeches, high boots, cook/chef toolkit, 16 ounce tankard, two bowls of 6”/10 oz, pan, 12”/8 oz, one gallon cooking pot, dress.

You have paid for all of these with 37 gold mizas, 1 silver miza and 1 copper miza.

Your total money is now 100 gold mizas, 8 silver mizas, and 9 copper mizas.

Notes:
First of all, let me say that I love your new face claim! Your CS is looking better too, teehee.

So, notes. I have a few comments about some things I found in this thread. For one, there are actully no mess halls in the Holds, since we have the Luminary Commons for that. However, there are small kitchens where people can cook up some food up when they can't go outside.

For two, I don't think a man would be so excited at the idea of doing such a 'barter' in broad daylight with people around to see. As much as it might be possible in areas with less people, the market won't really be as empty for promiscuous actions. Cafes and food stalls line the market streets, so around lunch time would actually have more people around the market area. Also, I'd like to warn you about public displays of promiscuities. The Vantha in general frown upon frisky behavior in public places, most especially from their women, regardless of civil status. Take for example how there are no brothels and whorehouses in the city. Another would be the npc that had recently died, Faycia Skyglow. It's not to say that women are not allowed some assertiveness on their part, but being a tighly-knit community by and large, words are quick to spread throughout the city, and Miria might one day find herself disliked by the female populace and, worst, her in-laws for hopefully obvious reasons.

Another thing I want to run by you is your computations for the stuff you bought. I know the money system can be really confusing when there are so many things to consider, but fret no more! I'm going to share with you how I compute my mizas. I'm not actually good at explaining mathematical stuff but I'll try my best.

There's actually no need to convert your money manually, and I really don't recommend it since it accounts for a lot of miscalculations during the whole process. Everything can be added up in one go after we have determined the total price for each of your purchase. In real life, we have one dollar coins and cents. We sometimes get something like this: $2.75 right? It's pretty much the same to miza currency, actually. Think of the gold mizas as the numbers to the left of the decimal point, the silver mizas at the tenths place, and the copper mizas are the hundredths place. So that 2.75 would be 2gm, 7sm, and 5cm.

I won't explain anymore why it works like that because I'd probably take another couple paragraph to expound upon it, but I'll write down your purchases as sample computation below:

• scarf 1 sm (llama wool x 10, dyed x 1.5) = 1 gm, 1sm, 5 cm
• shirt 1 sm (llama wool x 10, dyed x 1.5) = 1 gm, 1 sm, 5 cm
• jacket 6sm (Wool, medium x 1.5, fur-trim x 1.5, dyed x 1.5) = 2 gm, 7 sm
• undergarments 1 sm (lace-trim x 4, silk x 25, dyed x 1.5) = 3 gm, 5 cm
• belt 2 sm (fine wool x 3, dyed x 1.5) = 9 sm
• belt 2 sm (fine wool x 3, dyed x 1.5) = 8 sm, 5 cm
• Breeches 8 sm (felt x 2, dyed x 1.5) = 2 gm 8 sm
• High boots, 5 sm
• Cook/chef toolkit, 10 gm
• 16 ounce tankard, 9 cm
• 2 bowls 6”/10 oz, 4cm
• pan, 12”/8 oz, 3 cm
• Cooking pot, gallon, 3 sm
• dress 8sm (llama wool x 10, embroidered x 5, dyed x 1.5) = 13 gm, 2 sm - 1 sm discount = 13gm, 1 sm

1.15 + 1.15+ 2.7 + 3.5 + 0.9 + 0.85 + 2.8 + 0.5 + 10 + 0.09 + 0.04 + 0.03 + 0.3 + 13.1
Total = 37 gm, 1 sm, 1 cm

I would also really appreciate it if you had mentioned buying some of the other stuffs within the story itself, so I would not be guessing how there happened to be some articles of clothing I had not seen bought IC.

True nobility lies in being superior to your former self

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out. Heehee.