On Marpenoth 2, 1351 (server clock reads this), Jon Smythe was unloaded of a plethora of books...
At the open plaza of the East Gate district, Jon Smythe stood in the usual place, barking out that he indeed, on this day, have many special books to sell.
He was in the midst of a break, reading a few lines from a favorite chap book, when a pair of women did step to him. The first was of obsidian skin, with protruding horns peeking out from the hair on her head. Planetouched, no doubt, and quite comfortable in their skin, to walk so openly and proudly. The second seemed human, with dark redish hair, and often pouting at the mouth.
"Books!", the first practically cried out. "I am in desperate need of books..." Smythe could handle this one, he thought to himself.
The other one, too, inquired about a few books, seeming to be mainly interested in fiction, and romance. Smythe dismissed her as a browser, only. And knew, no sales would be made with this one.
"You are speaking to the most gifted of booksellers within the Gate walls, lass", Smythe did open up with this fact.
"Tell me, what books are you interested in acquiring?", he said to the tiefling.
The tiefling was adamant about acquiring everything...or, anything that would be worthy to enter into Candlekeep with.
Smythe could not provide the answer that specifically, but he did offer the tiefling many a tomb on the arcane arts, as well as a few works of historical fact.
Then, the bartering began. Smythe, provided an honest price for the 13 books the tiefling did wish to purchase. Smythe turned on the charm, and speaking with a silver tongue, he did describe the value of such a cache of books in very certain terms. The tiefling scoffed and returned a much lower figure. Smythe lowered to a price that was between his initial offer, and the very discounted figure the tiefling countered with. The tiefling did acquiesce, and the deal was made. They even shook on it.
His money purse made quite the bit larger on this deal, Smythe spent only a short time longer in the open plaza, amongst the day traders. Why work when there was new money to play with?
He headed to the Elfsong Tavern...a new shipment of Moonshae Isle wine should have arrived by now...
As J.G. Ballard has said, "It's a mistake to hold back and refuse to accept one's own nature."