When I had lower prices, the herbalists-with-shops all complained I was driving them out of business, so I made them overpriced on purpose just so other people could get some of the business, and I still get ribbed for it!

So, you should price what you feel like pricing. If herbalists complain, remind them that not everyone is so fortunate to have a tradeskill that can make a reliable profit.

The aether ripples as the rapturous voice of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted
booms, "To the winner shall go this pleasantly wrapped box, that We have so
gallantly strong-armed from this drunken sop, Ironbeard."

PS: If it had been loti spores she'd be sooo enemied to the guild now!

Sarrasri gives a purple and gold present to you. (me -> )
unwrap present
You quickly unwrap a purple and gold present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air,
and excitedly pull a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices,
a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices,
a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices, a packet of spices,
and a packet of spices from within. (me -> )

PS: If it had been loti spores she'd be sooo enemied to the guild now!

-mutter-

PPS: <3 Sarrasri

I'm serious. Shofangi HATE loti spores. Giving even a single one to us is an enemyable offense.

The Pool of Stars.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water.

Raziela's Angel, Lord Aridus Nightstave, The Sessha says, "So what did tervic say? soprry i wasnt payinmg attention because they were being douchebags."

Best RP'er ever.

You were kind of prodding him for no reason you know...

Nah, this was before all that. I can post the whole log if you like? It's quite amusing.

Raziela's Angel, Lord Aridus Nightstave, The Sessha continues twirling then finishes with a spin and his arm twirled around his staff in a cool stance.

In a high, wistful soprano, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "Oh, Elohora, she of shining, radiant Light // Hear your youngest daughter, and hear my plight // For I have come to sing sweet your praise // Let my strings ring high beneath Celestia's rays."

Sadly, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "And yet, to become a single Troubador // The second amidst the hallowed Cantor ranks // I must, of following, thus obediently do // Or be deemed unworthy of singing before you."

Head bent low over her strings, lips quivering, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "Or be called less than Cantor - and not advance // Beyond the second - and no voice to be had // Within the Guild, no vote, nor onwards move // Serve the novices - or the empty library, soothe."

Voice wobbling, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "First, the history - and that's no burden, there // Japhiel would have us know history, foul and fair // What happened informed what has come to pass // Come to this far shore, to stand in holy mass."

Voice lifting bravely in sweet accompaniment to her lute, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "Then prepared for battle, Methrenton does order forth // And from vials and potions, we must carefully sort // What is to heal, and to cure the awful harm // Inflicted by the Tainted or a carelessly swung arm."

As if dragged forth in agony, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "But then - a-courting we must then do go // Young as we are - with falser mien, and falser glow! // My heart, however, is given to the Gods alone // But to become a true Cantor - must I thus atone?"

Crying, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "To fake a lovesong, though my heart feels naught // Go forth and seek that "special someone" - so we're taught! // And I of first rank, new to sing and serve // Must seek a husband - or wife - and my love reserve?"

All but sobbing, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "But worse is this, to fake a cheerful smile // A subjective task - "have a cheery attitude" a paper smile // Thin and false and singing praises to those on high // The Conductor, one means, who looks down with jealous eye."

Voice breaking, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "And who is he that of now I do speak? // But he who took gold, and insults the weak? //Who has driven those on high to positions low // And insults again, again - as "retards" slow?"

Teak curls his nose up and grimaces at Cassyda.

Valiantly trying to stop weeping, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "O, Supernals, hear me, though low I be? // I've song these songs in arbours, yes, little me // Have gone to beg at shrine and in glen // Have quested far, both now and then."

Voice rising to piercing heights, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "I'd seek the answers from the fickle Gods // To seek to change these - but what the odds? // The voices rise dischordant, angry, loud // The humble, quiet against the angry and proud."

Her singing cracking, pained, Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture sings, "And where Light ought to be sung within those halls // The poisoned tongues ring loud in darkened halls // I'd sing the Light, if I were let to learn and thrive // But their song is false - and a song, I cannot contrive."

Aesthete Cassyda, of the Starlit Overture's fingers fumble, a dischordant minor ringing loud through the room.