L'argent Défend Le Droit
Jul 7, 2021 21:49:55 GMT
Post by The Duke on Jul 7, 2021 21:49:55 GMT
Empty and quiet. a blanket of silence over desolate and rocky planes of snow of the eastern European landscape. It was early in the morning- far too early some would say, the sun just barely peaking over the foggy horizon reflecting bright light across the village of Mother Miranda's devotees.
The eerie sound of silence broken as the day long awaited by many finally arrived with a familiar trot trampling through the dread; a wooden carriage drawn by a single black horse. For him, it was a formality, really. The horse reached a sudden stop, with it a long and sudden groan. Yes, far too early in the morning, whether it truly mattered or not. Morning, midnight, a villa in Spain, or the darkest depths, he was ready to be there, on queue and on time; setting up trinkets, odds and ends, that sort of thing, and the village was no different. With a yawn and a stretch, the doors of wood creaked open from the back, the smoke of a Cuban cigar trailing through the isolated village.
"Sebastian! Need any repairs?"
"Another drink? I have a fine brandy in stock, a five star reserve! Ah, just the grog? Your choice."
"Ah, if it isn't Missus Lupu. How is your father faring? Still stubborn as ever?"
"The usual papers, mister Vasile? Ah, and do be careful with them. I don't think Madame Luiza would be too happy about these. The pen is mightier than the sword, after all. Do give her my warmest wishes!"
Supplies? Spend today, live 'till tomorrow! Upgrades? Get the best bangs for your buck! Even a kitchen is available for fine dining. (Miraculous, given how there isn't a stove in sight.) You kill it, we cook it.
A successful day of business, overall, and it was only the beginning. There were still deliveries to be made. New tech, scraps, cheeses, fine fabrics and embroidered silks that would make the most lovely little costumes and outfits for all shapes and sizes. And of course, other sorts of items pleasing for the general eye to browse. The daughters of house Dimitrescu are at the time in their life where most would probably be going to the mall, afterall, but the emporium would have to suffice amongst destitution.
Heaps of fresh product and other such weapons and fabulous riches from places unknown, and they're all ready to be yours. For a price, of course. After all...
"Money Defends the Right."
The Duke's Emporium
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