pt-pp-f01 Buyers & Sellers - EAL: Appraiser

[Sinnamon 0]

Earning a Living - Appraiser

So she knew it was an NPC. But the short little bald man was terrifying. The exact type of guy who made her skin crawl back in the real world. Sin hadn’t gotten herself trapped in a death game only to deal with the same balding, pervy mother fuckers she’d left in the real world. She might have worked him over, if he had any money to part with. Or she might have bolted for a brand-new post code. Sin had no problems using a guy’s thirst against him, but there was something about that balding, undersexed, accountant look that just made her shudder.

And it wasn’t like her to hesitate. But here she was, standing outside of Drax’s shop - trying to muster the courage to deal with it. 

Why was she even trying to pick up a Profession anyway? It wasn’t like she was hurting for money. And it wasn’t like there weren’t a ton of dudes willing to throw their wallet away just for a chance at a glimpse at what she kept barely hidden by her clothing. Sin could have very easily turned on her heels and walked away. Headed back to the Blackbook, tackling the mountain of paperwork waiting on her.

But that was the thing wasn’t it?

The Blackbook was reason enough for people to come through the door. Drinks and dancing. Fun. But she found herself wanting to give it the best shot it could to really take off. And if there was a promise of a high-ranked Appraiser in the back office? Players from all over would be beating their door down.

She found herself caring whether the place popped off or not. It was the first time any real responsibility - besides herself - had been dropped on her plate. She just wanted to do a good job. Creepy bald man be damned.

But god damn it if she couldn’t use some moral support - from anyone, really.

 

Spoiler

"Name: Sinnamon
True Tier: 1
Level: 2
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 40/40
EN: 22/22

Stats:
Damage: 1
Loot Die: 20

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
 - Keen Sight X

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
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[Reytac 0]

Reytac was not going to go through dropping another forty or more Unidentified items on poor Hirru, even if his guild mate hadn’t minded. He doubted he would ever be as skilled at it as the man was, but if he had to run through and just do a poor job of identifying things himself, he would. He could go to Hirru for more specific appraisals, or of better quality things – but bulk bs.. He needed to be able to handle that himself. Which meant that he had to do something that he initially hadn’t ever really intended to do – he had to branch out, ad taken on a second profession. Thankfully, the Appraiser profession wasn’t a crafting one like his Engineer, so taking it wouldn’t eat into his, admittedly limited, fund of materials. Just – his money funds. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought about that, but shook his head. Rey wasn’t going to back out now, not when he was walking up to the store for the appraiser currently. He was already this close, might as well commit to it.  
He turned the last corner to walk up to the store, only to pause when he saw a woman standing outside of the shop, her posture tense as she stared at the door like it was threatening her. She bounced on the balls of her feet, and he watched as she shifted her weight back and forth, like she was used to being in motion. He didn’t know why she seemed concerned about going in – until he got a bit closer and realized that her outfit was – on the lesser side. Not in terms of quality – but amount. Reytac hummed under his breath for a moment, then gave a light shrug as he walked up to the lady.  
”Afternoon there Miss, you here to try the quest for the Appraiser class too? I’m thinking of trying to take it to help my guild some, I can join you for it if you’d like?” Reytac gave her a smile as he tilted his head to one side, keeping a short distance between them since he didn’t know how she’d react to another Player walking up to her out of the blue.  
 

  

Reytac:  
Level 30 
Stats:  
Reytac | HP: 600/600 | EN: 78/78 | DMG: 13 | MIT:36 | ACC:2 | EVA:2 | BH:6 | REC: 2 | BLD: 24  | LD:3 
Skills: 
Hammer R5 
Searching R3 
Lock Picking R1 
Light Armor R5 
Quick Change 
Straight Sword R3 
Battle Healing R1 
Equipment  
T2 Perfect: Refined Battle Hammer  
Dam II | Bleed I 
T1 Perfect: Woodsman’s Leather Guard 
MIT I | REC II 
Demonic Tier 1: Amulet of the Four Winds 
Acc II | EVA II