High Fashion Offense: Feb 06, 2008
From FiranMUX
Garmon stands behind the counter, "Mes Amiana could you catch me a messenger to send this off to Lord Marsalos?" The woman starts to take the voucher as Vesia walks into the shop, "Of do come in dear, Mes Vesia correct? I do remember you."
"Oh, this /is/ a lovely shop." Vesia utters as she enters the exquisitely furnished shop, with it's other finely made goods. She spots Garmon immediately (how could you not?) and strides up to him. She pauses as he is busy with a courier, though her eyes can't help but to fall on the voucher. Ooh. She inclines her head respectfully to the man when he addresses her, "Yes, thank you Mer Garmon. You also do jewelry as well?" She asks him. He so may become her very special friend soon.
Garmon chuckles and says, "Why yes I do, Mes." He tilts his head and opens his arms to the shop, "Welcome." He smiles towards the woman and says, "I have many talents, clothing, just happens to be my specialty. Please why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable, of course, we will be heading back to the workroom in a moment. I am waiting on an important delivery and then we can start. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Mes Vesia."
"A little about myself?" The copper-crowned young woman takes a moment to consider before replying, "I am very particular, Mer Garmon. I make perfumes and deal in other luxury goods, so the things I appreciate most are special, rare, or exquisitely well made." Vesia utters, sweeping her thick byrrus back to show the beaded detailing on her stola, "Though, from the moment I stepped in this shop, it was made very clear to me that I shall only have the utmost faith in your skill." She utters respectfully, pausing here and there when he receives or send messages. The sun starts to set on the Firan lands.
Garmon nods his head, he seems to be very good with the messengers and listening attentively at the same time. The messengers seem to know his speed and his gestures, just as well as he does. He motions for her to follow, beckoning Mes Amiana to come with him, "I will need to get your measurements, Mes. Please come with me." He tilts his head, "Perfume you say? Hmm, I wonder, if perhaps you do specific blends and the like? On perhaps an ongoing basis?"
"I can, I have many that I sell in my shop, but I'm afraid there is a very long waiting list already for any of my newer creations." Vesia tells him and abides with the measurements, spreading out her arms, standing still, etc. She hands over the plain basket full of silk and drawings over to the mer, "Hmm, do you also have any extra diamonds, Mer?" She asks, peering over at some of the jewelry placed about.
Garmon blinks at the basket being dropped in his hands and tilts his head, "Well, I do not actually. The diamonds I have been using has been given to me by the buyer." he furrows his brow and moves to put the basket on the table nearby. "Perhaps you can tell me what it is you are looking for Mes." Amiana goes about the measuring duties, writing down the figures and wrapping Vesia up in knotted rope to count with. Garmon tilts his head, "Are you commissioning silks, Mes? For a noble sponsor or a friend of some kind?" *Firan*
"I am commissioning some for my wedding." Vesia tells him, looking up at the ceiling when rope gets wrapped around her, "My mother was going to give me her wedding stola, but sadly, it wasn't stored properly.. she was very angry. So she gave me that cloth there so I can have one made." Garmon nods his head and says, "I see. Well, that will be just beautiful then. May I ask when the wedding is? Congratulations, Mes. Who will you be marrying, if you don't mind me asking?" He clicks his tongue in thought, "Now, I do hope that you are aware that even with silk provided, the outfit will cost upwards to a million and a half stenis...do you have enough for that, Mes? I wish to ask now, as to not shock you when the finished product is complete."
Vesia raises her eyebrows. His questions go unanswered when he tells her that, "Why so much, Mer? A million and a half stenis for your time? Silk outfits are millions because of the rarity of the silk cloth, and the clothier's need to tithe to his or her sponsor appropriately."
Garmon tilts his head, "I will tell you that a silk outfit without silk provided is 2.5 million stenis. This is a shop of high renown. Now, if you would like to strike a deal of some kind I think I can see what we can work out, Mes. But I am giving you a half off discount for the silk being provided. If you wish, I suppose I can make it 1 million even." He thinks about this and says, "However, I am willing to help you make arrangements in whatever way you see fit and of course fair."
Vesia narrows her eyes ever so slightly. Whether or not he weaves his words well, there is something... suspicious about them. She cants her head and asks politely, "What sort of deal were you hoping for?"
The older man is nothing but a gentleman, but firmly businesslike man. He tilts his head and says, "Well, you say that you are a perfumer. I have a sponsor who is quite in the way of liking her perfume. I was actually thinking from a purely business perspective. Perhaps you might be willing to create something exclusive for her alone, a new scent. How much does that usually cost, Mes? I must say I don't have the slightest clue about perfume and the costs. But I do know how much my Lady Sponsor likes it." He adds, "And the stenis I ask for are not for my time, silk is very difficult to work with, its quite a challenge and that in and of itself is worth quite a bit of stenis, regardless of the material provided."
"I am not sure how to respond to that Mer." Vesia responds with a frown back to him, "Wherever would you get your silk so cheaply, that only two and a half million stenis would qualify for a full outfit where you provided the silks? I recently just saw a batch of 50 silk go in auction for around /seven million/ stenis. Either your sponsor provides you with silk, and has so much that she does not mind to lose money on every single commission you do, or you are trying to swindle me." She says and peers around the room, "But, I'm afraid that latter does not seem to suit you at all. So I can only imagine that you sleep in piles on silk every night, and their cost does not effect you." She raises a manicured hand, "I am not being frugal. I have more than enough money to cover your price, but my mother did not raise a fool. And, again I tell you Mer, as exalted as your Lady Patron must be, the waiting list for my unique blends is tenfold."
Garmon tilts his head towards her and says, "I don't raise my prices because this shop has enough patrons that I don't need to. Quite a few regular customers. I don't get silk cloth cheap. I do however, know how to run a business. I ask for 2.5 million stenis for a full silk outfit without the silk provided because, my dear, I am able to make up the costs in commissions. My Lady Sponsor does not ask that I raise my prices at the risk of losing valuable customers. I don't wish to be one of those tailors who can make more stenis than the nobles in the city. I am in the station I was born and I have been running this business with a great hand at doing so. Now, I have cut the price to suit your needs, to 1 million stenis for providing the silk, and I can't go a steni lower than that. I would never swindle anyone who comes in this shop, and I do apologize if you feel that way, Mes, but if people wish to spend 7 million stenis on a bundle of silk cloth, then that is their stenis to waste." He shakes his head, "I am not in the business of wasting stenis, nor is my Lady Sponsor." He pauses a moment to look over the woman and adds, "I give fair prices, not inflated prices. That is why people continue to come to my shop. I have the talents and the skills to do the work not only at a fair price, but in a timely manner. I am curious to see what you find to be a swindle, Mes? I have offered a very fair price, and you seem to be either upset I am charging you too much or too little, which might it be?"
"It is that your prices are very strange and contradict each other greatly. But!" Vesia waves a manicured hand, "I am not in your business, however, what a better deal it would be for me to simply take my silk back and have you make my outfit with your own silk, and charge me the two and a half million stenis rate. It is very strange to seemingly charge more when I have given you a greater convenience, with a des-- Oh, is that what it is?" She asks him now, "You are bulking your price up because I may have offended you by providing my own design?"
Garmon tilts his head and looks thoroughly confused, "I have given you a very low price estimate on your clothing, for both design and cloth. I have never been offended to have a patron come into my shop with their own designs. I don't believe that this will work out, Mes. I think perhaps you do not know what shop you are in or who it is you are speaking with, because Mes, if you did, you would know how things work in this shop. I have just taken off 1.5 million stenis off of an outfit, as a convenience to you and I am sorry that you don't feel that is fair." He arches a brow and says, "I had on another occasion asked you to leave my shop for being rude to my customers, now I do believe I will ask you to leave for being rude to me." He shakes his head, "I don't need to be offended by provided designs, I am offended at your assumptions that I would swindle anyone, or for that matter, belittle my time or efforts to appease you." He motions to the door, "You may take your silk to another tailor who might fit your business."
Vesia nods her head and takes her basket back, "Of course, I do apologize if I've offended you - as that was not my intention. I am just.. a little curious, I suppose on your prices. They are very irregular. You price low when your cost is high, but when your cost is low, you price it high. But do have a good day, Mer Garmon. Thank you for your time." She says, and leaves.
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