End of First Cycle, Low Season 20672
Ailith listened attentively to everything Zez told her, particularly when he talked about the fee, even though she would have gladly spent the whole morning running around the market to see everything. Once again however, she could only hope that she would soon be free to use her days as she wanted. Or at least, have some freedom. “Six or seven tokens, uh…” And if she waited, she would have little choice and the price might go up. Which meant trouble if she didn't make the right choice straight away…
Still, it wasn't like she hesitated: she didn't want someone she'd have to be careful about all day long so not only Adved was out but she'd have to remember to try to avoid him in the future. Or at least, avoid to have to depend on him if she could afford to be picky. Which meant either Gola or Ozcow.
While she had nothing against the former, she decided to go for Ozcow: she wouldn't mind having someone to freely talk to after so many months being unable to. Plus, if he knew a bit of everything… Well, it'd go well with Master Yovo and he might be able to help her for things that didn't directly require moving the cart around. Before she left Zez's side, she smiled up to him. “Well, let's see how I do, thank you for your help.”
Then, she headed towards Ozcow in a straight line. When she drew close to the massive male, she looked impressed for a second then shook her head to focus on the present. “Good morning Ozcow. Master Yovo…” She paused, wondering if she had to add the 'Hiyal' after that… In the end, deciding that better safe than sorry, she continued, “Master Yovo Hiyal has asked me to harvest some emz. I'm told I should plan on an overnight trip, would you be available for this?”
She paused to let him answer her question - after all, while he was obviously available for the day didn't mean he didn't already have something planned the next day - then continued, “Great. I will let you procure the cart we're going to need if you don't mind, I'm sure you'd get much better results at this than I would.” Which wasn't all that difficult since she didn't even know where she'd be able to get one in the first place. “All around, I'm prepared to offer five tokens for this.”
Of course she didn't expect him to agree straight away: while not insulting, five tokens was the price for two days of work and some luck on the cart's cost and nothing else but she didn't want to let him think she had no idea of what she was doing which could push him into taking the price too high and leave her unable to change much of anything about it. Still, knowing what one was doing was one thing, being forceful another which was why she concluded with “Would that suit you?” She fully expected an increase of at least a token, in part for the night and possibly for the cart. For the seventh, she wouldn't disagree with it straight up, but would make it conditional to the results of their small trip, sort of an incentive.
After all, if Ozcow liked to talk, it wouldn't hurt at all if he talked about her as someone who knew what she was doing, who was reasonable and perfectly willing to sweeten pots in the right circumstances. It might not be all that useful, but it certainly wouldn't hurt.