As Vilkar enters the wizard tower, he is greeted by a spacious and well-lit atrium with high ceilings. The walls are lined with tall bookshelves filled with countless tomes and ancient artifacts, and various magical contraptions can be seen scattered throughout the room. The floor is made of polished marble, reflecting the warm glow of the ornate chandeliers that hang from the ceiling. The air is thick with the scent of old books and incense, and the sound of pages turning and magical energy crackling fills the air.
The floor was marbled by purple and patterns with constellations around them. At the far end of the atrium, Vilkar can see a reception desk with a friendly-looking receptionist waiting to assist him.
'But what specifics should I order for the tent? I will need it to have at least two rooms... wait I will need to have some protections in place to guard my merchandise against thieves...
'I could just live in the tent... Yes! That will do and I won't miss my apartment, that's for sure. And this way I will be much closer to the dungeon. But it is true that normally it is not allowed to live in a tent next to the dungeon but if it will be put as a shop with living quarters then they should have no problem.
'After this, I will need to visit Merchant Circle for specifics. But if I will go with it the tent will need to have a first room for selling and buying, then in the back room with my bed, kitchen, storage, bathroom with toilet and shower, ideally living room and guest room would be nice.'
After making his decision Vilkar went to the clerk, in the Wizard Tower line for making any transaction or request was non-existent as there were much fewer people there.
Vilkar approaches the reception desk and greets the friendly-looking receptionist. He asks if he can sell a cursed weapon that he acquired during his exploration of a dungeon, and also inquires about purchasing a custom-made magic tent and a magic pouch.
The receptionist nods, listening attentively to Vilkar's requests. She asks him to wait a moment while she checks the available options. After a few minutes, she returns with a smile and informs Vilkar that the wizard tower does indeed offer services for both selling and purchasing items and that they have just the right wizard to help him out.
After a few moments, the receptionist starts to tap to computer and looks at Vilkar, "Please come with me."
The receptionist leads Vilkar through a labyrinth of winding corridors in the wizard tower, the walls adorned with magical tapestries and glowing orbs. As they pass through a heavy wooden door, Vilkar can feel the air change around him, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. The room is small but cozy, with a thick rug covering the stone floor and plush armchairs nestled around a low table. The walls are lined with shelves filled with various magical trinkets and tomes.
The receptionist explains that this room is enchanted with a powerful soundproofing spell, designed to ensure complete privacy for any sensitive discussions that take place within it. She assures Vilkar that no sound will escape this room, and any conversation held within it will remain completely confidential.
As Vilkar settles into one of the armchairs, he feels a sense of calm wash over him. The silence is almost palpable as if the room itself is holding its breath. He realizes that he can hear his own heartbeat, the sound amplified in the stillness.
Vilkar is impressed with the power of the enchantment, and he feels a sense of gratitude toward the wizard who created it. He is glad that he can speak freely without worrying about anyone eavesdropping on his conversation.
The receptionist bids Vilkar farewell and leaves him alone in the room. As he waits for the wizard to arrive, Vilkar takes a deep breath and lets himself relax. He knows that he has come to the right place to seek the magical items he needs, and he feels confident that the wizard will be able to help him.
Soon he saw a woman wearing a black and red robe enter the room as well.
"Hello, my name is Ida, I have heard that you have cursed weapons for me." She spoke while looking him up and down sensing magic from his clothes.
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'Well, I presume my clothes would be eye-catching for someone able to feel magic in the air, not to mention my rings.' Vilkar thought as she sat down opposite him and Vilkar put the sword on the table.
"Ah, let's see now..." She said as she took a closer look.
"hm... yes, it is cursed all right. Flaming attacks in exchange for reasoning as the user would be fueled by rage... 250, I will give you 250 gold pieces for berserker blade."
Vilkar thought of the price and accepted it as for a tier 1 weapon it was a good deal. When he confirmed their transaction she smiled and took the blade which she put into her pocket that should not be able to hold an object of such size.
"Now that is out of the way we can move to the magic pouch, what tier would you like?" She asked Vilkar
Vilkar thought of what kind he should choose as tier 1 could hold about one cubic 1 meter of items and it cost 50 gold coins, tier 2 about 5 meters which cost 100 gold coins, tier 3 could hold 10 meters 500 gold coins, tier 4 was where it jumped to 50 meters which cost about 1000, and lastly, tier 5 which could hold 100 cubic meters which could cost upwards 5000 gold coins.
Of course, there were relics but they were not commercially sold. Vilkar also needed to be careful as he still needed two thousand coins for his application for a trading company. As of now, he had about 3500 gold coins if he would count all the gold from the chest, the ones he got from selling the items to merchants and the cursed sword.
The custom magic tent would cost upward of 1000 gold coins, plus 2000 for the company he would have 500 gold coins left, he felt pain in his heart as just after so much gold he is going to spend it all.
As he would be needing the best he could get he finally spoke, "I will take the tier 3 magic pouch."
"That will be 500 gold pieces. Now then let's start with specifics for the tent." After she spoke Vilkar told specifics for the tent, when he was done she asked another question, "What about the exterior, what colors would you like or any kind of markings?"
Vilkar thought of what he should put on the outside and in the end, he decided, "Let it be in black in color with golden hand prints on it."
"You are in luck as multiple enchanters had joined our tower and so the price for the magical tent will be 800 gold pieces. With the price for the pouch it is 1300 minus gold for the cursed sword will be 1050 gold pieces." After she spoke he agreed at the price and he would pay for the magic pouch as he would receive it now and he would also put the deposit of 100 gold coins for the tent and when it would be finished he would pay the rest of the sum.
When she heard him she smiled and stood up extending her hand when he took it she said, "Pleasure doing business with you." When he held her hand he could feel some kind of electricity from her touch as she stared into his eyes.
'She is using some kind of inspection magic.' he thought as he pulled his arm away.
"I must apologize, my curiosity got the better of me. The tent will be ready in two days so please come to the reception at that time." As Vilkar exits the soundproof room, he can feel the hush of the enchantment dissipating as he steps back into the bustling atmosphere of the wizard tower. He takes a deep breath and makes his way back
As he steps outside, he takes in the sights and sounds of the city-state Malka once again. The sun is setting in the west, casting a warm glow over the rooftops of the nearby buildings.
He notices the streets are quieter now, the usual hustle and bustle of the day fading into the background. He feels a sense of relief wash over him, grateful for the chance to unwind after a long day of exploring and haggling.
Vilkar makes his way towards the van, eager to return to his home on the outskirts of the city-state. As he sits beside the driver, he takes a moment to reflect on the day's events. He thinks about the treasures he found in the dungeon, the battles he fought, and the loot he got.
He realizes that despite the dangers of living in a post-apocalyptic world, there is still beauty and wonder to be found in the ruins of the old world. Vilkar smiles to himself, feeling content with the choices he's made and the adventures that lay ahead.
While on his way home he decided that tomorrow he would go to the Merchant Circle to apply for a trading company.
As they neared his neighborhood, Vilkar paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He took a deep breath of the cool evening air and looked around at the familiar buildings and streets. It felt good to be back in his own neighborhood, even though he had only been gone for a few hours.
Vilkar walked down the street to his apartment building, nodding to a few of his neighbors as he passed them. He took the elevator up to his floor and walked down the hall to his apartment.
As he unlocked his door and stepped inside, he felt a sense of relief and relaxation wash over him. He kicked off his shoes and walked over to his couch, collapsing onto it with a sigh. He closed his eyes and leaned back, feeling the tension of the day slowly drain away.
After a few minutes, he went to his kitchen and made himself a cup of tea, sipping it as he walked around his apartment, taking in the familiar sights and smells.
Then he started to count the gold which was in the chests or in his pockets, together he counted 2255 gold pieces. Thankfully he had two thousand for Merchant Circle. Then he put the gold into the magic pouch that he put in his pocket.
Vilkar then walked to the bathroom to clean himself of dirt from the dungeon. When he stood before the mirror Vilkar became surprised as he saw two golden goat eyes staring back at him, "Now I see why people were staring..."