"Then it's settled -- I'll have 40 liters of mercury for your craft's needs", says Skye Ni'Tessine. "You must sell a lot of felt hats."

"Yeah, that's right", replies the craftsman Danladi, suddenly looking a little squirmish. "I'm known for my hats, and some other wares as well..."

Skye makes his way out of Danladi's shop and walks along the road back to his rendez-vous with Bladedric. Far off, he can hear the bells begin to toll, indicating the time.

"Any luck?" a familiar voice behind him asks.

Turning and seeing the rogue, Skye nods. "The market is favorable for certain items. I've noticed the Noble guildsmen seem more willing to haggle than the Royal ones. Apparently Keoland exports a lot of grain, cloth, gold, and gems, and with the blockade all of these items are now taking up space in warehouses. However, by the same token other things such as bronze and copper have suddenly become limited. I think furs and dyes may also have a market, but I still have to confirm this. And while Keoland has some fine wine, there's always a market for imports. It just so happens my new home town of Dieren is reknown for their Mulberry wine -- wine which doesn't travel well and is rare here", he says with a smile. "And you?"

"Not so good. I've been at the docks for most of the day, and while people confirm the Shadowdark's activities and existence, I haven't actually met any of them."

"Keep at it", smiles Skye encouragingly, "but I wouldn't preoccupy myself too much with it. I'm sure our associates will be able to use their Keoish ties to get some info."

Bladedric grins, "I've still got some places to check. I'll mix pleasure and business this time."

"Heh. In that case I'll see you later tomorrow, say at high sun? I must now attend to the other business at hand."

Bladedric and Skye part ways, and later that evening before the gates close Skye is seen riding out on a horse towards the north west.