Walking over to Gwenh, Gremlock began to look at her daggers. There was something strange about this elf that he couldn't quite put his finger on. In the hopes of discovering what it was he began to probe her mind. To his surprise she was able to shut off her mind from him, despite his training. Shrugging off his failure as a result of his exhaustion from weeks of travel he asked her, "How much is this one?"

Gwenh stops humming and looks at Gremlock. "Twenty gold." She polishes another blade, as she eyes the dagger he motioned to, she picks it up and hands it to him. "It's dragon-forged, by the silver clan of Silvanous. It's made of rare metals, and will not go dull, it's perfectly balanced, and razor sharp, wanna hold it?" She smiles at him, pushing a loose strand of metallic silver hair over her right shoulder.

"Yes, I would like to hold it," he replied reaching out and examining the wondrous blade. Weapons of this type were extremely rare and worth nearly anything she could ask. Twenty gold was a very good deal, but he could not resist the urge to do some haggling. "I fine blade this is, but hardly worth such an outrageous sum. I will give you ten gold for it."

Gwenh laughed. "Ten? No, no good, this is a fine blade, worthy of more then twenty. Fifteen." She smiles at him.

He smiled back at the beautiful elf. Fifteen? How low could he get it? "Look at all these scratches on the blade. And what's this? Rust? Twelve gold and two copper pieces. That's much more than this deserves."

She takes the blade from him. "There are NO rust or scratches on this blade, these where forged by a noble clan that does excellent work. Fifteen is a fair and low price any less would be a disgrace." In her anger a quick mental flash of the Silver dragon clan of Silvanous, her homeland, her family breaks loose, any who read minds would see it. It's proud silver dragons, one becomes an elf and shoulders weapons and packs more into a wagon and leaves. Then it's gone, shut up again.

As the elf's thoughts entered Gremlock's mind, he stared at her in surprise for a moment before quickly changing his expression. "You drive a hard bargain ma'am. Fifteen it is." Pulling the gold out of his pouch he asked, "Do you have any more weapons than these?"

Gwenh composed herself quickly before taking the money, she held onto the dagger and chanted, it's surface showed where it was etched with dragons running up and down the handle, it's blade is 6' long, made entirely of a silver that seems to sing for the taste of wicked blood, stronger then any silver ever before encountered. "The mark of Clan Silvanus." she takes out a small emerald and attaches it as the pommel stone. "My mark, this is to show who sold this weapon." She smiles as she hands it to him, all of the daggers will look like this after being sold. She looks at him. ~~"Yes, I have other weapons, later I can show you, or now if you wish. They are more expensive."~~ She breaks off the communication, surprised as the memory of leaving leaks out again. She shuts her mind and smiles at him.

Interested he sent out with his mind, ~~If you are not busy now would be fine.~~ He smiled back innocently at her as a look of panic crossed her face.

~Let me protect my wares.~ She rolls up her daggers into the cloth and places them into her backpack. She shoulders it, mush like the elf in the memory did, and looks at him. ~~Follow me.~~ She walks out of the inn and to the back of a caravan wagon. She whispers. "The wagon driver is my cousin, she's letting me keep these on here." She uncovers a crate and takes the top off, inside are over a dozen blades. Pulling out a long sword of exquisite quality, she straps it on. "This is my blade, feel free to look." She smiles and sits on the edge of the wagons, all the weapons are unmarked, but she will mark them once they're sold. Her own blade is marked, the dragon etchings, the emerald pommel stone, with a beautiful scabbard of silver mesh.

Examining the long sword he said, "This is an excellent weapon. I don't suppose it is for sell? Let me see one of those two handed bastard swords. Nice. What are you asking for one?"

"The two handed are seventy gold, the one handed are sixty. I will go down in my price all of fifteen gold, no less. These will gain enchantments like the dagger did after they're sold." She looks at him.

"I already have a sword so no reason to pay for another. So tell me how did you come by dragon weapons?"

"How trust worthy are you?" She stares at him, boring deep into his mind. "Tell me, how trustworthy are you?"

"Well, I believe I am trustworthy, but I think you must judge me for yourself."

She places both hands on his shoulders and closes her eyes, and magic surges from her and probes his mind, she opens her eyes and stares into his. "I can trust you..." She releases him and closes the crate. "You read minds, read mine now, the barrier is down." Her mind is full of silver dragons, and memories of growing up as one.

"Interesting," he murmurs. "A dragon. Not many of your kind come near other races." He extends his hand in friendship and says, "I am Gremlock, student of the academy of magic."

She takes his hand. "I am Gwenhwyfar Silvanus." She frowns. "We do not come around much because many would rather we did not. Dragonfear is powerful, and some have harmed my fellows because of their fears, also my kind does not come near other races for another reason, one more private and intimate. Shall we go back to the inn now? I need to sell my wares." She gestures to her backpack.

"I fear that they do not like your disguise either. There are many prejudices against elves as well. Yes we all have secrets so I will not ask your reasons. Shall we return my lady?" he asked taking her arm.

She smiles. "The reason is quite simple actually...we silvers spend so much time around other races in our other forms that we feel strong bonds, many a silver has fallen in love with another race...it always ends up in misery...even Ulanya my cousin..." She stops speaking and looks at the ground, composing herself. "Lets go shall we?" She smiles.

"Ah... Tragic it is." smiling back he walked with her back to the inn. Walking up to the bar he got her a wine and walked to her table. "May I sit with you?"

"If you wish." She wits for him to sit and lays out her wares again. "Perhaps I should tell you a story from my homeland? It proves how even though tragic, this can be a good thing." She turns towards him. "Their was an evil goddess, Tahkisis, she defiled the first dragons and made them chromatic, she took the nobility and honor from them. When my God, Paladine created the chromatic dragons, it was to create her mistakes." She whispers this first part, careful that no one else heres. "Now their where knights, one was named Huma, he and his silver dragon mount fell in love, together they banished this goddess from Krynn, my homeworld, but at the price of their own lives and loves. They where offered a chance to be together forever by her, but Huma and Gwenhith refused, and pierced her with the dragonlance. Though tragic, they kept her from destroying the world. This is the abriged version, I'm sorry it is so short, but I must sell these wares." She turns to barter briefly with a patron, selling another dagger.

Gwenh looks over from her dagger selling and watches those gathered around a slender brown figure that's entered the tavern. She wonders what this means and watches them all.

Go on to Chapter 4: The Adventure Begins (Thorn explains the plight of the forest to the assembled company).

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