RHYDIŴN THE PROVISIONER



Details: Rhydiŵn the Provisioner, Tŵr Drág's majour supplier, is well-known for its usefulness to many in Bridge Town. It is the one place nearly everyone wants to go for their clothing goods. Even the Lumenorians. They'll have Caliborians and sympathetic Taryŵnians pick up items and/or do the trading necessary to make any purchases. Rhydiŵn is a flamboyant, robust, well-dressed red-bearded man and wealthy Taryŵnish merchant who acquires goods from locals, at surplus costs, but, does most of his business from goods he buys during his yearly forays east to Dôrgon and back. He has no family of his own, but, his brother and sister-in law He sells mostly clothing, jewellery, and tools to locals, and brings casks of wine and good drink back for Orwain at The Wand'ring Maiden and Captain Metus at the Black Ram. A few busy assistants run the shop for Rhydiŵn during the week, but, Rhydiŵn is dutifully present for any monthly market days he can attend during his time in town. He is nearly always busy grading and pricing new goods he stores in the acquisitions room. The items are kept in trunks and sacks until they are graded, then they are moved to the floor to be sold. He keeps space for trainers to sell Taryŵnish cattle dogs, mules, peregrine hawks, and pigeons, to locals. The litters are supplied by a local farmhand and cattle herder. The animals are placed in their pens in the morning, and collected at night, along with any profits earned. Rhydiŵn loves the birds in the mews and trains them, himself. He is not a hunter, but, knows how to communicate with the birds, hunt with them, and trains them well for those interested in good birds. Pigeons are homing birds used for missives, mostly. Warehouse storage space can be rented for a wagon or two, and for goods, in general. Rhydiŵn does not deal in weapons or armour. Rhydiŵn will take old goods he buys cheap, and refurbish them, employing the kin of local craftsmen, even working himself, to repair them and make them whole enough for sale. He is something of a tailor, and enjoys the physical act of being useful with his own merchandise.

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