Trade Depot Monologue
Today’s the day! I can feel it. It’s my turn to be chosen and I won’t take “no” for an answer. I’ve been waiting for this for as long as I can remember, watching the other adventures being chosen, living their lives, choosing their classes. Me… in my early 20’s and still living with my parents, working in the family business – The Trade Depot.
It’s not a bad job, meeting new people daily. Hearing about their quests and adventures. We trade with a variety of races, making our Trade Depot a lot larger than others, as many others will only trade with their own kind. I think it’s stupid on their part but what do I know. The Trade Post is the only thing I know. I’m scared I won’t know what to choose if I’m chosen.
“Aria, put that pen down and get out here. We …show more content…
Remember that and tell your friends. If I ever see you around here again, I won’t stop him next time. You’re not welcome here. Leave now before I change my mind,” Ben threatened.
The young elf scrambled up and took off running out of the Trade Post, almost tripping over his own feet. He was out of sight within seconds.
“Are you okay, Aria?” Ben asked his daughter as he looked at her arm.
She removed her hand, unveiling fingerprints that burned into her arm, “It stings, but I’ll be okay.”
“Drink this,” Ben handed her daughter a smaller bottle of healing potion to help heal the {five fire touch}.
“I really don’t need this. I’ll be okay. We need this for trade,” Aria protested, pushing the bottle back towards her father.
“You really are like me. Tough and stubborn,” Ben laughed as he put the bottle back on the shelf. He patted Rocco on the shoulder for great work, Rocco smiled as he returned to his post.
Most of the crowd had left as soon as Rocco went into {berserker mode}, not wanting to be involved in any type of fight. Even the annoying dwarf had left. This gave Ben more time to load the caravan for his next trip out for more
It’s not a bad job, meeting new people daily. Hearing about their quests and adventures. We trade with a variety of races, making our Trade Depot a lot larger than others, as many others will only trade with their own kind. I think it’s stupid on their part but what do I know. The Trade Post is the only thing I know. I’m scared I won’t know what to choose if I’m chosen.
“Aria, put that pen down and get out here. We …show more content…
Remember that and tell your friends. If I ever see you around here again, I won’t stop him next time. You’re not welcome here. Leave now before I change my mind,” Ben threatened.
The young elf scrambled up and took off running out of the Trade Post, almost tripping over his own feet. He was out of sight within seconds.
“Are you okay, Aria?” Ben asked his daughter as he looked at her arm.
She removed her hand, unveiling fingerprints that burned into her arm, “It stings, but I’ll be okay.”
“Drink this,” Ben handed her daughter a smaller bottle of healing potion to help heal the {five fire touch}.
“I really don’t need this. I’ll be okay. We need this for trade,” Aria protested, pushing the bottle back towards her father.
“You really are like me. Tough and stubborn,” Ben laughed as he put the bottle back on the shelf. He patted Rocco on the shoulder for great work, Rocco smiled as he returned to his post.
Most of the crowd had left as soon as Rocco went into {berserker mode}, not wanting to be involved in any type of fight. Even the annoying dwarf had left. This gave Ben more time to load the caravan for his next trip out for more