Only 6 sickles a guess!
13 sickles gets you three guesses!
6 wrong guesses gets you a consolation prize!
Buy a hint for just 1 galleon!
This was going well. West watched as Dylan sold one of the jars outright and shook his head. Alright. He mentally adjusted the number of eggs remaining over the nine jars.
As he sat there another customer approached, an old lady, and West smiled up earnestly at her, playing the 'adorable' card.
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"Hello sonny!" Said old lady leaned forward and PINCHED his cheeks.
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SERIOUSLYWHAT?
West leaned back, recoiling physically but managing to keep a smile on his face.
"Hello ma'am, are you interested in Ashwinder eggs? They make great firestarters."
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"Oh dear." The old lady looked at the sign in confusion. "How much are they each? I must say its admirable to see young people out and about working instead of lollygagging about."
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"Well we're not selling them individually, since everyone here is. Me and Dylan," He indicated his current business partner and always captain,
"We're letting people try to gamble on the lot, for just six sickles a guess, which goes towards our continuing educations, you can try to guess how many eggs are in the nine jars under this cloth." West said in earnest.
So how about it lady? He pointed at the sign and did the puppy dog eyes.
It was like catnip to grandmother-types.
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"Oh my!" She considered the sign, looked at the boy and then smiled warmly. "Oh I'll take one guess, sonny. Just the one mind you."
She counted out the six sickles required and wrote her guess - 55 - down on the parchment.
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Awww so CLOSE too. West smiled in consolation and took the money.
"Sorry ma'am you didn't get it right. Do you want another guess?"
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"No thank you dearie, that is QUITE enough excitement for me! Good luck boys!" The little old lady tottered away.
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"Thanks!" Heeeeh. West added the money into the tin and stretched. He'd done enough for the assignment but he wasn't done yet. So of course he kept selling guesses.
.... making necessary adjustments when Dylan went all bleeding heart and sold whole jars. Well at the end he, West, would still have all his five. In theory. Mhmmm.
ooc: for my reference -
Post 1
Post 2
Post 3
Post 4 - sales attempts- Vesper Bayliss, + the sale assist with Pensacola Bott
Post 5 Vesper sale confirmed
Post 6 - sale with Ira Banner confirmed
Post 7- gambling warlock sale
Post 8 - lady with leashed child
Post 9 - little old grandma lady
18 galleons 13 sickles total, five whole jars remaining. Boom.