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located in The Bazaars, a part of Daggerford, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Bazaars

The south and north bazaars of Daggerford - undoubtedly the busiest place in all the city. Here you will find everything you need...maybe...

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Elizabetta Aria-Teague




A hollow rapping sound echoed throughout the lower level of the Teague estate, waking the servants that lived on the lower levels.

"Yes?" Archion asked, his tremulous hand clutching at the brass door handle with what little strength he could muster as he tried to ascertain who was disturbing their rest. The Master would have just let himself in or even if he had forgotten his key, he would have snuck through the back door instead.

Two uniformed guards, if one could even name them as such since there was little in the way of law enforcement in this city, stood at the door with their eyes intent upon the house servant. "We wish to speak to the Lady of the house, if we may?"

Archion shook his head vehemently and took a step forward as if his frail body would keep out the men which were much larger than himself, denying them entry. "She is asleep, as all gentle folk are at this hour. Now I must bid you good eve-..."

As the servant went to shut the door, one of the guards placed his wide palm up to stop it and a heavy sigh escaped his dry lips.

"Monsieur Teague is dead." The armored man spoke bluntly as he forced Archion to meet his gaze so that he would know the truth of his words.

"...Dead. Dead? Master Alex is dead?" Archion shook his head in disbelief but relinquished his hold upon the thick mahogany door to allow the guardsman entry. They took this small window of opportunity and stepped inside, out of the heavy rain just as a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. The older guard nodded his head, looking weary for having to deliver such news as frequently as he did. The bodies were constantly being cleaned from the streets but usually it was from one of the Guild Wards, less so from the Ruby Ward.

"I'm afraid so...." he paused, giving the servant a moment to collect himself before gesturing towards the grand staircase leading up to the second floor of the estate. "The Lady of the House?" he gently reminded Archion and a subtle flinch pulled at his brow as if he had been struck.

"Oh, she is going to be devastated, she is." Archion murmured and worried at his hands, pulling at each in turn as he cast his gaze upon the steps as well before drawing a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

He nodded, a jerky movement, before turning away from the two armored men. "Mistress...?" The manservant called out tentatively as ascended the staircase.



Elizabetta was no longer the wounded bird that she had seemed to be that night. No longer wallowing in her own misery and sobbing over love lost. No, instead she had steeled herself and reverted to her former mindset. That of the pirate lass which cared little for anyone else and did only what benefited her health, wealth or social standing. Which was one of the reasons she had kept a vast majority of her dead husband's financial holdings instead of selling them off to the overly eager bidders that had circled her like vultures soon after her husband's burial.

Bloody bastards.... she thought with a scowl as she slammed the large leather bound book closed that she had been working on, a ledger for one of the merchant stalls stationed in the Bazaar that sold a plethora of items and despite the amount of unusual goods that she had given this merchant to peddle, he seemed to be doing quite poorly, monetarily, despite selling a good amount of stock. Or at least she assumed he was selling the stock since he rarely had anything left on his shelves when one of her assistants went by to check up on him.

"Archion!" she called out, rising out of the elaborately carved chair so she could exit her office in search of the manservant that had always stuck by her these so many years despite everything that had happened.

"Yes, Mistress?" The elderly man shuffled to the foot of the stairs just as she swept down the hallway on the second level and placed her hand on the bannister.

"Archion, please gather my cloak for me. I am going to be visiting the Bazaar today. I have a... problem which I will need to take care of, personally." As Archion bowed and made his way off to fulfill her command, Elizabetta chewed delicately at her lower lip, wondering exactly how she should approach the merchant. She had only met him once or twice before and could honestly not decide whether he would respond better to intimidation or... gentle persuasion.

She decided that persuasion would be the easier tactic and went to her room to dress the part. Plucking a simple yet well-designed Orchid-hued gown with a figure-accentuating corseted bodice and slightly flared skirt from her wardrobe; she slid on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings first before donning the garment. Last came her buttery-soft leather boots and by the time she had made her way downstairs, Archion was waiting for her. With a practiced hand, he wrapped the deep black velvet garment around her neck, fastening it with a silver brooch before leading her to the door.

"You be careful, Mistress." Archion warned her in an almost fatherly tone, causing a sinister smile to sweep her lips when she had stepped passed him and onto her front porch. If only someone had given that same warning to the merchant...

Her long, lean legs carried her easily to the Market District, an easy venture from the Palace district where she lived. In order not to seem as if she had come only to speak to the shady merchant, Elizabetta stopped at several of the merchant stalls that offered her wares, from those that sold fabrics and dyes to those that sold metal goods and raw ingredients for crafters. Slowly, she worked her way through the market to the one man that she wanted to speak with.