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Animated Skeleton
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: Arizona
Posts: 40
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Anglachel took a seat next to the women, one of the Rohirrim, who had introduced herself as Ælfritha.
“Would you by any chance be a merchant of horse wares? Saddles, bits, blankets? My family runs a ranch--we are well-known horse breeders in these parts--and perhaps you have something we might be interested in?” asked Ælfritha. “I do not deal much with horses or horse wares,” replied Anglachel. “Spending a significant portion of my youth near Esgaroth, I never became comfortable around the animals. Much of the region’s trade is based on water transit and our neighbors, the dwarves, do not care for them. Hence, there is little opportunity for any trade related to horses.” “Actually, I do not do much physical trade myself these days,” continued Anglachel. “I direct my efforts more towards arranging trade between two parties rather than delivering the goods myself. There is far more opportunity for profit by determining where a good is in surplus, and where a good is most scarce. With the onset of the dark times in Middle Earth, lines of communications between regions are virtually non-existent. So, I travel the land to get a general impression of what each land’s economics are and then attempt to develop trade routes based on the information I collect. If I am able to convince other merchants to make the deliveries, I only have to purchase the goods myself and then allow others to do the labor for a large portion of the profits. It has been quite lucrative except it becomes harder and harder to find merchants willing to travel on these increasingly dangerous roads.” [ December 22, 2002: Message edited by: Anglachel ] |
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