June 9, 2011

A Day in the Life of a Gnome

Nibbit reached her small hand up to the auburn haired woman not saying a word, gently humming to herself. She didn’t have to, every day the same procedure went on, sometimes several times a day, and Bethany Jaxon always despised when the small Gnome would come by. It meant a large exchange of coin, more paper work, more playing the in-between of the bartering game known as the Auction house. Especially from Nibbit.

Jaxon handed Nibbit the stacks of papers newly printed this morning after all the sellers had deposited their wares, sighing to herself. Nibbit always came to her. Two others in the same building, two other Auction Houses located over the world, and out of all 9 individuals, it was always Jaxon that had to keep the smile while dealing with Nibbit. It was always her.


Nibbit quickly plopped down on the ground, seeming to only be glancing over the couple hundred of pages like they were pictures in a book. Quickly flipping the pages, eyes shooting across the text, stopping every now and then to rummage through her bag, often times pulling out a sucker to pop in her mouth and continue on with her “reading”. Nibbit wasn’t just good with numbers, she was a genius at calculations, finding where the smallest amount of silver or gold could be placed in order to make the most money. This is what Jaxon hated the most. The large sums of money that was to be handed over usually was applied to three or four dozen listings.

Setting the pages aside, Nibbit pulled a large ledger out of her over-sized knapsack. It was an awkward sight as the book was half of the little Gnome's size, and sitting it easily hid Nibbit from view of Jaxon. Of course, as amusing as it would first seem, she knew it was the beginning of several steps leading to a headache in the end. Nibbit's hands worked quickly, scribbling in the book, turning pages from both the listings and her ledger, and making pen-marks on the ground. They weren't numbers or words, Jaxon was never sure what they were, but some sort of code only the brown-haired Gnome would be able to decipher.

The humming ceased and Nibbit slammed her worn book shut shoving it back into the bag at her waist. Jaxon readied a pen with a sigh, watching Nibbit closely as to not miss any words.

"Twenty silver crescent axe. Two gold defias gloves. A gold 34 silver and three coppers mask of the night's watch." The orders continued, shot out without any pause between prices and items. Nibbit flicking through the listings as she read her payment and what had caught her attention, reaching the last page of near a thousand in mere minutes.

Nibbit stood and stared at Jaxon with her big eyes, waiting for her to stop writing. Finally Jaxon nodded at her list and met Nibbit's gaze. "Anything else we can do for you today?" She didn't want to say it, but she had to, it was customary to be polite when dealing with any of the townsfolk.

"Keep them black yes?" Was all the response Nibbit gave. Jaxon didn't understand her but smiled and nodded anyways. Each day it was something else equally confusing coming out of the Gnome's mouth.

The answer seemed to please Nibbit. Hoisting herself up and pulling the sucker out of her mouth only to toss back into her satchel, she quickly made her way to the door. Jaxon sighed once again, at least it was late in the day, Nibbit usually only made one trip if the hour was past noon. She glanced at the quick notes she had taken and got to work placing the bids contemplating moving to another counter in hopes of avoiding future visits. Nibbit did seem to be a creature of habit, maybe she wouldn't even notice, even if it were a man instead of Bethany.

2 comments:

  1. You know, the more I read your stories, the more I'm tempted to play WoW, if only to understand the inside jokes.

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  2. It's a trap! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my RP days and I still enjoy the game, but the world I've created in my mind won't be anywhere near the way you experience the game.

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