Time for trade

Basilisk returned to the armada, the well packed bundle strapped to his back as he crossed over into familiar territory. The first thing he did upon returning, was make a beeline for the supply den. He hoped and assumed that Iggy would be there already. He poked his head inside, and sure enough, there she was. Calmly cataloguing and fixing things placed in the wrong spots. He hid a grin, knowing that the new layout she had chosen would take some time to sink in.

“Iggy, good, I was hoping to find you” He said, shrugging the stuff off his back. He placed it on the ground and spread it out so they could both see all the wares bundled inside. “These are samples from a pack called Avalon. I need you to help me determine what would be beneficial to the pack, and what I should trade for.” He said, nodding his head at her to investigate.

OOC:a light shawl made of the finer wool and patterned in a dyed pale blue against a natural cream; a heavier bedroll made of the thicker wools for durability and woven in relaxing patterns built of the natural browns, blacks, and creams of the sheep; a few small balls of already carded roving, some dyed and some of the natural colors; a well-sealed jar of a delicate floral honey, the jar a good example of their pottery as well with its glazed-in patterns; a couple of glazed pottery bottles with an example of a stronger mead as well as a cherry mead, and she'd send what was left of the apple mead with him as well; a well-preserved lambskin large enough for a litter of young pups to nap on; and, carefully wrapping all the others with the skin side out, a tanned sheepskin from an adult sheep, less soft but more durable than the lambskin, from a black and white patterned sheep.



"Basilisk Fatalis"