Roll Out The Barrels RPG

[the real findorfin]

"Done!" cried Fin. It had taken a long time but he had got the prices down sufficiently, and suceeded in obtaining Wine, Ales, Dyes and leather. On the other hand, Derek had managed to get a large sum of jewellry, several bows and some elven arrows. A good deal in all.

"I will make the preparations at once and I shall see you here tomorrow morning for the trade," Derek said, signing the contract on the table.
"As we are not exchanging goods at once, it would seem wise to make this," he explained, handing the parchment over.

"Of course," Fin agreed, reading the document carefully. When he was satisfied, he took the quill and signed his name.
"Tomorrow it is then," he said and, shaking the hand of Derek, walked out of the room, followed by the other elves.

As they entered the Waiting Room the other elves rose and Fin explained that the deal had been made. As the elves left the trading establishment and made for their inn, Fin's thoughts turned from trading to Aenara, what should he do?