[Closed] The Road to Jader ...

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WHO: Bethany Darton, Aleron Darton, Carver Hawke, Fenris, Alistair, and Inessa Serra
WHAT: Looking for the Champion, high and low
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: The fine Orlesian city of Jader, and small town just outside of Jader.
NOTES: Warnings for ...well. The DA2 Crew. You know how these guys are.

For weeks, Bethany Darton had been searching for some hint of her older sister's whereabouts since she had heard about the demise of the Hero of Fereldan. Her determination only mounting when Carver returned home with Dog, she remembered one of Marian's last letters, sent from a trader in Jader. She rounded up some people who were actually willing to track down Marian again, and as soon as she had returned from the Island of Red Lyrium, she gathered them all up and headed down to the docks as quickly as she could manage it, to Jader itself.

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Aleron nods his agreement, as that's a sensible suggestion, but at the same time he looks uncomfortable. That involves a modicum of deception that isn't a part of his genetic makeup. Diplomacy and lying will never be tools at his disposal.

The distraction of Bethany shopping, whether it's in earnest or not, helps greatly however. He snakes an arm around his pretty wife's waist and leans over to inspect the lace in question. "Do you like it, beloved? Mother says I do not spoil you enough."

Because there's not enough dresses and lace and baubles awaiting them at home already.

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The Orlesians look at one another, then back at the lace in Bethany's hand. She looks directly at them, holding their gaze, "I do rather, my darling. It would look so sweet on Pel's little Sina, and of course I could make something fine for myself and your mother and sisters... I may need yards of it."

She watched them do the calculations in their heads, and then smiled the same sweet smile as they talked about jacking up the proverbial price for the lace - and what little information they had.

She turned that smile to Aleron, "Now you can, dearest."

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Ah it's a good thing Bethany doesn't actually know what they're saying. Aleron has a sneaking suspicion she'd be hopping mad. As it is, he's not all that pleased himself, though his ever neutral expression doesn't give it away. His lack of readability is already frustrating to the merchants. And then he drops the language hammer on them.

"Excusez-moi. Ma femme s'intéresse à la dentelle. Et je m'intéresse à votre 'très petite information'. Combien pour l'information? Je devrais détester décevoir ma belle épouse et devoir passer sur la dentelle."

Their jaws drop in reply and looks of having been caught out are exchanged. Time to calculate their merchandise quickly, or they'll shop elsewhere for the physical goods. Aleron's not about to pay a single copper more than anything is actually worth.

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Bethany doesn't need a translator to see how their faces are falling right down. Instead, she simply smiles that dimpled smile of hers, and wraps her hand through Aleron's, tipping her head at the two merchants. Her expression is clearly waiting for them to finish their negotiation.

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This is not how his mother would have handled these merchants, nor any of his sisters. That much is evident from the reactions coming from the pair of merchants. The one is wretchedly unhappy and more than a little embarrassed at being caught out. The other is disappointed and well, a touch angry at what seems like a deception. Or more precisely, being outplayed by someone she was convinced was not a player of the Game. There's some bickering between the two, in Orlesian. Then they angry one flounces to the back room, presumably to calm down though she insists it's to bring forward the totality of their stock in lace. A parting shot is fired, "I hope you intend to spend some coin, ser."

The remaining merchant is still flushed red and stammering, "I do not know much. It is so little it would would be a sin to charge for it. But if your wife would like the lace, I can share what I know." Sly lady. Offering information in exchange for a sale.

Aleron gives Bethany a look, waiting for her affirmation if it's worth it to her or not. Though he doesn't mind spoiling her with whatever pretty items she's found to her liking. "What do you think, dearest?"

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More every day, Bethany realizes just how much of a Free Marcher her husband really is. An Orlesian would have twisted their words to their own advantage. A Fereldan, such as herself, would have reached across and shaken the information out of them. A Free Marcher? Just aimed right for the gut.

And at this point, Bethany is humming over the lace itself, "I think I rather like the look of this pattern, sweetheart. Would you see how much it is?"

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"Of course."

Fortunately, they are fairly well off all things considered. Aleron's already mentally calculating the cost of the lace in the quantities that he's accustomed to his mother and sister purchasing. Having a hand on the ledgers helps in that sense. But he's a maddening customer for the poor clerk who cannot fathom how a man can be so expressionless and yet clearly doting on his wife.

"We have an accord then. How much is the lace? A large quantity of it." Bulk discount? Aleron might not be a diplomat, but he knows how to haggle a reasonable price and negotiate a bargain. Be proud, dearest, your husband has missed his life's calling.

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The one merchant stares at the both, trying to figure out which one is actually playing him or if they were playing at all because he's not entirely certain. He eyes them both, then quotes a ridiculous price, just to see what would happen. What is this bit of information worth to these two anyways?

Bethany tutted softly, "For that much, I'd want all the lace in Jader."