#Mount and blade training peasants skin#

I am simply looking for one Konrad of Balion. The next order of business is to track down Konrad. The thought of your proud father peddling goods makes you chuckle. Of course, it's still a pittance to lords with actual holdings worth anything, but it makes you wonder if the dire straits of your family were so irreversible after all.

As you stash the small box of coin into your satchel, you do some quick mental arithmetic and conclude that you've earned much more from this transaction than your father's estate earned in a year. Eventually, you speak with a master dyemaster who appreciates the quality of your Indus dye and gives you 1700 denars in return. At first, you have the same problem Amrit did back in Dijon, a difficulty in persuading the rank and file dyeworks employees that your dye is as valuable as you say it is. Still, you're 25 denars richer.ДЄfter that slight disappointment, you start with the real profitable endeavor, the dyes. You can't seem to get good price for them. It seems even Calradia's ravenous appetite for weapons and armor has its limits. The maul and javelins are bent, the clothing blood splattered, and the skull cap has a hole punched through it. Selling loot roll: 1d100, Result: 19 + 15 (Trading) = 34 You've decided to keep the shield, but the rest must go. Your first order of business is to sell off the heavy bandit equipment you have. The city of Velvet, Wine and Poetry indeed.

#Mount and blade training peasants skin#

Still, these ones aren't just skin and bones. They're not well off by any means, as an old joke suggests that there are three types of artists: Those with wealthy patrons, hobbyists, and starving ones. Almost every corner seems to have a musician or poet, performing for the public. While there are still beggars and paupers aplenty, there are also bustling shops and well fed citizens. Stopping by the stable to quickly water, feed, and pet Blizzard you head out into the city. The outlying villages are famous for their vineyards and even the cheapest inns in the city serve some form of wine. You wake up the next day and break your fast in the inn.