Famir led them through the crowded city, eventually stopping at a store, outside was a wooden desk, similar to the others, with wares of all kind. Stone Tablets, which seemed Egyptian. Some wood chairs and table, all of the same set, looking as if they belong in a tavern. Even a few knives, looking as if they are for some ritual use as they were inscribed and looked almost unused. Other than that there had been a pot with maps or other documents. Farim walked inside after giving the woman a hug, probably her daughter he mentioned earlier. She greeted the SG-Team with a slight bow. "My name is Arleen, I am Famir's daughter, pleasent to meet you." "Come in, come in, be my guests!" Famir yelled from inside the building, having left the door open, serving quickly some glasses of water on the table for his guests. Though as the team stood infront of the store, they saw the people looking after them, it seems they got just now aware of the visitors to the settlement.
''Fedriksen, I want eyes on the front window,'' Davis whispered, leaning in to the big Dane. ''Your shop is most wonderful, Famir,'' the Colonel said, his eyes scanning over the many, many items inside. He picked up one of the glasses. He assumed its content to be water, but found his thirst abandoning him as he wondered whether he could trust the alien substance.
"Thank you! Thank you!" He said happily and drank all of his own glass, putting it aside. "So how about.... I answer One Question per item?" The man rubbed his hands once again. OOC: I would suggest to stop until tomorrow when the other guys can state questions / have input. I know Friday = RP Free Friday for me, but I will try to post a lil here and there
Waiting outside the shop, Alan eyes the crowd. Leaning against the wall, he rests one hand on his pistol. After a few minutes sitting in the sun, he reached up and pulled his hat off, revealing his head. Shaven except for a short strip down the middle. The though the dry heat of the desert didn't bother him as much as the Dane, accustomed as he was to the humidity of the southern summers. The oppressive suns were nevertheless beginning to take a toll on him. OOC sorry phones been dead
Alexander moved over to check and cover the window. Not standing in the intire frame but moving about looking out to get a good overview of the area outside of the house.
Paul stepped closer zu Davis and Farim as Davis seemed a bit unsure what question he should ask first. "You sait zat you were a trade-city, do you get everyzink to run zis City zrough tradink or are you also gatherink Resources? And vat exactly are your top trade Partners and vere are zey located? And ve are especially interested in vat your main Commodity is."
"There are mine workers, getting Naquadah from a small mining village far in the east. Some outworlders like to reserve those for themselves, though you are the first ones for months by now. We do not know why. Besides that we are trading with the cities in the west who are getting all the water and grow the food as they are the only settlement with enough water for themselves and more. So usually water and food is traded for our artistic things or things we find in the lost underground ruins to the north. We also have many skilled artisans, the table and chair set outside you saw, I made it myself!" Famir explained, always having a trader-smile on his face. "That was question number one." He said with a wink, expressing that he earned his first trading good.
"Some kind of.... Ore. We cannot do anything with it, but it seems outworlders seem to know what it is good for. Some have warned us about some beings which are less friendly and would enslave us and take it all... But we have never met any such creature, I believe they are called 'Goa'uld', we use them only for scary stories to make children behave." Famir smiled even brighter. "That had been two questions, my guests."
