[Modwir, Hearth Room - 4]
Curved walls of living wood frame a spacious room.  Incongruously, a stone hearth is 
nestled within the far wall, doing no apparent harm to the tree, although a cheerful 
fire burns within it, sending dancing reflections across the polish of the wood floor.  
Round, hand-braided rugs create patterned islands here and there, and a handsome modwir 
table stands in the chamber's center.  A staircase winds up one wall, looking more like 
it was grown from the wood itself rather than fashioned by mortal hands.  You also see 
a scratched modwir box, a vultite door, a woven twig basket, a pine sideboard with some 
stuff on it and an arch leading out of the tree.
Also here: Drafix, Lasentra, Lady Esana, Raggler, Djinn, Rolfard, Thornack, Fleurs, 
Lord Japhrimel, Heust, Land Clerk Cranstal, Gweneivia

Heust takes a bite of his barbequed boar rib.
Gweneivia raises an eyebrow in Cranstal's direction.
Japhrimel says, "Bet this goes for more than the tower out near mule."
Rolfard nods politely to you.
Raggler squeakily asks, "And what did that go for?"
Japhrimel says, "Under 100m."
Japhrimel asks, "I want to say 75?"
Japhrimel says, "Something like that or 80.."
Cranstal says, "We've got a few exceptionally rich ones in here."
Raggler squeakily says, "That's pretty cheap all things considered."
Speaking to Cranstal, Esana says, "Can you smell the silvers."
Gweneivia whispers, "I think you're the only one I won't mind getting out bid on by, 
so it better be you."
Gweneivia just nudged you.

Cranstal exclaims, "If you have any questions, speak up!"

(OOC) You quietly whisper to Gweneivia, "Oooo lets hope its a Terasian, which ever way 
it goes hon."

>l cran
You see Land Clerk Cranstal.
He appears to be a Dwarf.
He is average height and appears to be very young.  He has brooding stormy grey eyes and nut brown 
skin.  He has long, braided grey-brown hair worn in elaborate braids.  He has a weathered face and 
a thick mustache and beard.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a glass of iced pale ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a tailored black leather doublet, a small black leather pouch, some grey wool 
trousers, and some black thick-soled boots.

Cranstal exclaims, "2 minutes!"
Firmly planting his feet equidistance apart, Raggler folds his arms and lifts his head 
in a defiant manner.
Gweneivia softly says, "Well so you all know."
Gweneivia softly says, "I peed in the bed, earlier."

Cranstal asks, "Any last minute questions?"

You ask, "You too?"
Raggler giggles.
Gweneivia grins at you.

Japhrimel says, "Oh, bloody hells."
Cranstal exclaims, "Ask now or never!"
Cranstal rocks back on his heels.

Speaking squeakily to Rolfard, Raggler says, "You can have the bed, ill take the floor."

Japhrimel says, "Move to Teras, the land of bed wetters."
Gweneivia whistles tunelessly to herself.

You chuckle to yourself.

Rolfard raspily asks, "Can we change the food?"

Cranstal says, "After one year of owning it, yes."

Cranstal nods.

Cranstal exclaims, "Ok!"

Cranstal asks, "Any other questions?"

Cranstal rubs his hands together.
Cranstal exclaims, "Let's get this started then!"

Cranstal says, "And it is starting NOW."

Gweneivia softly says, "10 million."

Cranstal exclaims, "Wait!"

Cranstal glowers darkly at Gweneivia.

Cranstal exclaims, "I haven't started it yet!"

Gweneivia softly says, "You said..."
Gweneivia stares off into space.

Gweneivia takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of her nose.

Cranstal exclaims, "Ok.  NOW!  I'm starting at 5 million silvers!"

Drafix says, "10."
Esana says, "Twenty five million."

Cranstal recites:

    "25 to Esana!"

Japhrimel says, "Thirty."

Gweneivia softly says, "45."

Rolfard raspily says, "50m."

Japhrimel says, "75m."

Rolfard raspily says, "100m."

Gweneivia softly says, "115."

Rolfard raspily says, "125m."

You say, "150m."

Rolfard raspily says, "160m."

Gweneivia softly says, "165."

You say, "170m."

Gweneivia softly says, "175."

Cranstal recites:

    "175 to Gweneivia!"


You say, "180m."

Raggler squeakily says, "I can buy a lot of other bearclaws for 175m."

Rolfard raspily says, "I hated going over ya ya like dat bremer, its love."

Gweneivia softly says, "185."


Cranstal recites:

    "185!"

You say, "190m."

Gweneivia softly says, "195."

Cranstal recites:

    "Do I hear 200 million?!"

You say, "200m."
Cranstal nods.

Cranstal recites:

    "200 to the dwarf!"

Gweneivia softly says, "202."

You cackle!
Rolfard raspily exclaims, "Go dwurf go!"

Drafix asks, "Slowing down are we?"

You say, "203m."

Cranstal chuckles.

Gweneivia grins at you.

Cranstal recites:

    "203 million!"


Gweneivia softly says, "205."

Rolfard attempts to hum a merry little tune.

Rolfard raspily says, "Thats Japh's portion."

Cranstal exclaims, "This is millions, folks!  205 millions!"

Speaking raspily to Cranstal, Rolfard asks, "This is upront on the rent too right?"
Drafix whispers, "You have an ideal wizard candidate to use the workshop?"

Cranstal says, "I get the bid, then you pay rent next month and thereafter."

Rolfard whispers, "I want you to wiin so bad!"

Cranstal recites:

    "205 to Gweneivia going once!"


You say, "Better check how much I have in the bank."

You say, "Oh good."

Cranstal recites:

    "205 to Gweneivia going twice!"


You say, "210mil."

Cranstal recites:

    "210 to the dwarf!"

Gweneivia furrows her brow.

Japhrimel says, "A dwarf in a tree."
Cranstal recites:

    "210 going once!"

Raggler agrees with Japhrimel.

Japhrimel says, "Oh, how the townsfolk will talk."

Raggler squeakily says, "I was just thinking about that."

Raggler squeakily says, "Not exactly very dwarfy out here."

You chuckle.

Gweneivia softly says, "You want it more than me, and I have weird dwarven love for 
you."

Cranstal recites:

    "210 to the dwarf twice!"

Gweneivia gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Cranstal recites:

    "SOLD to the dwarf for 210 million silvers!"

Cranstal raises his iced pale ale in a toast!
Rolfard applauds.
Merikas swoons.
Voregrek grins.
Esana applauds you.
Merikas blinks.
Merikas blinks.
Djinn turns towards you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
Gweneivia turns to you and cheers!
Merikas says, "That's a whole pile of tart money."
Lasentra applauds you.


You give Gweneivia a friendly hug.

Speaking to you, Cranstal says, "Congratulations."

Rolfard just handed Merikas some coins.

Raggler squeakily says, "I bet you're wishing you didn't pee on your own bed now."

Raggler giggles.

Cranstal says, "Gonna get me a good steak dinner tonight."

Gweneivia begins chuckling at Cranstal!

Cranstal whispers, "Want me to take it from the local bank?"

Speaking softly to you, Gweneivia says, "Even the prince come by to see you bleed 
silvers."

Speaking to you, Voregrek says, "Congratulations."

You turn to Voregrek and cheer!

Cranstal nods to Voregrek in greeting.

Raggler squeakily says, "Uh."

Voregrek nods to Cranstal in greeting.

Speaking to you, Drafix says, "Well enjoy this tree then."

210000000 silvers have been subtracted from your Kharam Dzu bank account.  New balance: (redacted).

Cranstal exclaims, "Thank you all for coming!"

You say, "First tree I owned."

Speaking to Voregrek, you say, "Hope I do this home justice."

Speaking softly to you, Gweneivia says, "I'm sure that pee will come right out."

Speaking to Voregrek, Japhrimel exclaims, "Come to see the dwarf in a tree, I bet!"

Speaking to you, Voregrek says, "I'm sure you will."

Speaking to you, Voregrek says, "You should turn the workshop into a brewery."

Voregrek nods sagely.

Rolfard raspily says, "Yes, i approve."

Cranstal nods to you.

Merikas shrieks!

Japhrimel says, "The pool down there, instead filled with beer."

Japhrimel ponders.

Merikas exclaims, "You can't go turning workshops into breweries!"

Japhrimel says, "Not a bad plan."

Rolfard raspily says, "Brewshops."

Speaking to Merikas, Voregrek exclaims, "I know plenty of folks who can!"

You chuckle.

Merikas stares at Voregrek.

Voregrek says, "Brew better than magicks."

Voregrek belches.

Speaking raspily to you, Rolfard says, "Raaggler already owns a hobbit hole, why can't 
Bremers own a Brewery."

Cranstal says, "If you'll all excuse us, I need to steal our new homeowner for a few minutes."

Cranstal says, "All the doors in this place will lock with the same key."

Cranstal says, "They can't be picked, popped, or phased."

You ask, "Are there spare keys for guests?"

Cranstal says, "Same with your containers.  You get 150lbs worth of secure storage."

Cranstal says, "Once you've agreed to the policy, I'll give you as many keys as you want."

Cranstal says, "Just keep in mind that if you give them to someone, and your stuff disappears..."

Cranstal shrugs.

Cranstal says, "I can't do anything about it."

Cranstal says, "I can set every room - or just whatever rooms you wish - to allow or disallow 
certain things."

Cranstal says, "For instance, people being able to locate."

Cranstal says, "Fogging, gold rings, familiars."

Cranstal says, "You can allow fogging/ringing in, out, both, or neither."

Cranstal says, "Completely up to you."

Cranstal says, "And you can do it room by room."

Cranstal grins.

Cranstal says, "This property is also private."

Cranstal says, "As in, like a latched room."

Cranstal says, "You can curse and say whatever you want in it."

Cranstal says, "Although, you might want to be careful with that room the rent box is in, since 
others can wander up that far."

You say, "A cursing dwarf? unthinkable."

Cranstal grins.

Cranstal starts chortling.

Cranstal exclaims, "I know!"

Cranstal says, "Let's see.. what else."

Cranstal says, "You have a little bit of storage in this nightstand."

Cranstal grins at you.

Cranstal says, "10 lbs in it, 5 lbs on it."

Cranstal says, "Lockable and safe."

You nod.
Land Clerk Cranstal's group just climbed down a winding staircase leading down to lower levels of 
the colossal pine.

[Modwir, Hearth Room - 4]
Curved walls of living wood frame a spacious room.  Incongruously, a stone hearth is nestled within 
the far wall, doing no apparent harm to the tree, although a cheerful fire burns within it, sending 
dancing reflections across the polish of the wood floor.  Round, hand-braided rugs create patterned 
islands here and there, and a handsome modwir table stands in the chamber's center.  A staircase winds 
up one wall, looking more like it was grown from the wood itself rather than fashioned by mortal hands.  
You also see a vultite door, a woven twig basket, a pine sideboard with some stuff on it and an arch 
leading out of the tree.
Also here: Land Clerk Cranstal, Merikas, Rolfard
Obvious exits: none

Land Clerk Cranstal's group just went through a vultite door.

[Modwir, Stairwell - 4]
The rich grain of the tree's heartwood encloses this small anteroom with its currents of polished pattern.  
Soft light shed by a hanging lantern illuminates a circular flight of gnarled stairs that grows from the 
roots of the modwir.  This descends into a faint green glow that flickers and dances across the burnished 
wood.  You also see a vultite door.
Also here: Land Clerk Cranstal
Obvious exits: down

Cranstal taps a vultite door.

Cranstal says, "Lockable."

Cranstal grins.

You grin.

Land Clerk Cranstal's group just went down.

[Modwir, Grotto - 4]
The stairs widen, opening into a surprisingly large chamber excavated within the embrace of the giant 
modwir's root system.  The roots still stand here and there around the room, like huge, twisting columns 
that are shined to the same high luster elsewhere within the pine.  Surrounded by the four largest of these, 
a pool of strangely luminescent water sends out a green glow.  A massive stone worktable hulks behind the 
dancing reflections cast by the pool's rippling surface.  You also see a large carved pine chest.
Also here: Land Clerk Cranstal
Obvious exits: up

Cranstal says, "This is your workshop."

You nod.

The surface of the emerald pool suddenly churns, tossed with ripples as if an unseen force was flailing within it.  
Just as abruptly, the commotion stops, and the pool's wavelets fall into a glass-like surface that sends 
green reflections sparkling across the grotto's ceiling.

Cranstal says, "You can designate one wizard (no changing unless there are extreme circumstances) or 
one sorcerer."

Cranstal says, "But.. the sorcerer won't get much benefit, to be honest."

Cranstal says, "The worktable holds 30 lbs on it, and it is not lockable."

Cranstal says, "The chest holds 50 inside, and is lockable."

Cranstal says, "This room also has your earthnode in it."

Cranstal says, "I can move that to any room you want, though."

You beam!

You say, "Yep - will most likely have that moved."

Cranstal says, "When you decide who - if anyone - you want attuned to this workshop, just send me a message 
and let me know."

Cranstal grins.

You say, "Ok will do."

Cranstal says, "The fireplace upstairs is non-functional.  It's just a fake fire.  I can change that to 
functioning if you like."

Cranstal says, "The basket that would normally hold the sticks is a trash can at the moment."

You say, "Have a wizard in the family but he's never used a workshop - may be a good tme for him to 
become more active."

You nod.

Cranstal grins.

Cranstal says, "I can put in more trash cans if you like.  Any room.  Just let me know."

Cranstal asks, "Do you know how the hawk works?"

You say, "Not at all."

You look at Cranstal and shake your head.

Cranstal grins.

You say, "Saw the meat."

Cranstal says, "If someone wanders up to your door, where the rent box is, they'll see the hawk."

Cranstal says, "If they try to come in the door, the hawk will attack them."

You nod.

Cranstal says, "He's not nice."

Cranstal shakes his head.

You chuckle.

You giggle.

Cranstal says, "Every time they try to get in the door, he'll attack."

Cranstal says, "Very serious bird."

Cranstal nods sagely.

You say, "Oh my - perfect."

Cranstal says, "But!  If they have a key, he'll back off."

Cranstal says, "The meat in the bowl.. well.. take that out to him and wave it.  He loves it."

Cranstal nods.

You grin.

Cranstal says, "And so far, he's not eaten the lizard.  So that's good."

You say, "Shame - hate lizards."

Cranstal chuckles.

You chuckle.

Cranstal rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Cranstal says, "Any of the messaging you see, I can turn off or slow it down if you don't like it."

Cranstal says, "Later on, we can discuss changing it if you don't like it."

Cranstal says, "If you ever need anything, or have any questions, don't hesitate to email me."

You say, "Will look to see what I like and dont like."

Cranstal nods.

You say, "Will do - thanks."

Cranstal says, "There's a lack of seating, so if you want, we can talk about that after you've 
had time to look around a bit."

You say, "This fulfils a desire I have had since I was foolish enough to turn down a property 
deed gained in the Droughtman run."

Cranstal grins at you.

You say, "And it's on my island too."

Cranstal says, "It's a nice place, with a long history."

Cranstal adopts an agreeable expression.

You agree with Cranstal.

Cranstal says, "I'm very glad a citizen got it."

You say, "Me too."

Cranstal says, "I was hoping, but I couldn't require it."

Cranstal grins at you.

You grin.

Cranstal asks, "Did you see the plaque over the hearth upstairs?"

You say, "Am so happy that ive forgotten to be tired."

Cranstal grins at you.

You say, "I saw the hearth."

Cranstal nods.

Land Clerk Cranstal's group just went up.

Land Clerk Cranstal's group just went through a vultite door.

[Modwir, Hearth Room - 4]
Curved walls of living wood frame a spacious room.  Incongruously, a stone hearth is nestled 
within the far wall, doing no apparent harm to the tree, although a cheerful fire burns within 
it, sending dancing reflections across the polish of the wood floor.  Round, hand-braided rugs 
create patterned islands here and there, and a handsome modwir table stands in the chamber's 
center.  A staircase winds up one wall, looking more like it was grown from the wood itself 
rather than fashioned by mortal hands.  You also see a vultite door, a woven twig basket, a 
pine sideboard with some stuff on it and an arch leading out of the tree.
Also here: Land Clerk Cranstal
Obvious exits: none

You ask, "That's where I can place an item?"

Cranstal taps an empty plaque.

Cranstal nods.

Cranstal says, "You'll message me with what you'd like, and we'll work on it and get it going."

Cranstal says, "It'll be a non-functioning something that you can't pick up."

You say, "Will be a portrait most likely if that's possible."

Cranstal says, "But it can have basically a show when you look at it."

Cranstal says, "That's up to you."

Cranstal smiles.

Cranstal says, "Was some sort of sword up there before."

Cranstal says, "You could stuff and mount a halfling if you wanted."

Cranstal snickers.

Cranstal says, "Well, maybe not, but there are lots of possibilites."

You say, "A portrait can encompass quite a lot of ideas, thoughts and history."

You grin.

Cranstal adopts an agreeable expression.

Cranstal says, "Yes, it can."

Cranstal says, "I think that was everything I needed to go over with you."

Cranstal says, "And like I said, right now it's still set to if anyone logs out in here, they'll 
be kicked outside to the rent box room when they come back."
Cranstal grins.

Cranstal says, "Including you, sadly."

You grin.

Cranstal says, "But once you have the keys, I'll change that."

You nod.

You ask, "Keys after I sign the lease so to speak?"

Cranstal says, "Yes."

Cranstal exclaims, "Ok, you have a great night!"

Cranstal waves.

You say, "Thanks and say thanks to the prince for coming."

Cranstal nods.

You wave to Cranstal.

Cranstal exclaims, "Will do!"

Cranstal gestures and a shaft of scintillating light from somewhere above pierces the ceiling and engulfs him.  
When the light recedes Cranstal is no longer there.