Closed RP starter for @dani-dimitrescu
The price of a tiny butterfly
Khajiit was rocking on her seat, half asleep, on top of her carriage. The sun has yet to peek over the mountain tops. Asha yawned, If this opportunity had not been so important to her, she would have remained in bed.
A few days back, Asha decided to send an offer to Dimitrescu Castle, where the famous (or infamous perhaps) countess and her three daughters lived, that she would offer them her goods.
To her surprise, the request was accepted. She was even promised a room in the castle that would serve as a station for her shop.
So Asha packed everything and the very next morning she set out on a stone path towards the astounding castle.
Khajiit wondered if the inhabitants of the castle were really as dangerous as they said in the village. Asha preferred not to believe the rumors about the Countess's cruelty, and she wanted to see for herself.
And if these rumors were true, Asha, as a true merchant, would have to think about what she could offer her from her business, what would make lady of the castle continue with their cooperation in the future.
When the khajiit reached the large, beautifully decorated steel gate in front of the castle itself, a maid came out to meet her and showed her the way to the room.
When they arrived, the maid promised her that she would go and report her arrival to the lady of the house.
As soon as she left, Asha began preparing the goods in to the various shelves, boxes, and baskets placed around the room when she suddenly heard a buzzing.
Hmm, that sounded too loud to be just one bug. Interestingly. When it was cold outside, most of the insects disappeared ... Maybe the countess had a collection of live insects?
If that was true, Asha had to get the right goods ready quickly. She went back to her caravans, to the very back room, where she stored the most valuable goods. She took a small glass from there.
The glass itself was not exceptional, but what it contained was. Inside this glass was a tiny red butterfly. Its wings close to its body were red as a drop of blood, and their ends were a little lighter.
The butterfly was different in that it never had to come out of a glass. It needed neither water nor food. This little butterfly was trapped in a time capsule formed in this glass. It could not die as long as it was sealed inside.
So Asha took this glass and placed it on the counter.
Now just wait until the first customers show up.