About
Vendor Stalls can be found in New Haven. They buy and sell a variety of items in exchange for  Silver Pieces. To trade with a Vendor right click the stall and choose either "Buy" or "Sell" from the pop-out radial menu. Then, if selling, click the item you wish to sell in your Inventory. If buying, click Buy next to the item in the Vendor's menu. Other pilgrims may sell things even cheaper than the Vendor Stalls. See Mercantilism to learn about player run stalls.
Vendor Stalls
These main, white-topped Stalls are peppered throughout Providence. They generally all sell the same items.
Buy from Stall:
Sell to Stall:
Cotton Vendor Stall:
NPC Vendors
These are specially themed Vendor Stalls, each run by a colorful NPC.
Archibald the Philanderer - Furnishings
 The gentleman and his trash.
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| If Archibald lived by a code, it would be to never marry a woman who comes from money. The reasons abound, but the simple fact is that they are the hardest to impress. Elizabeth, his fifth wife, was just never satisfied. When Archibald took them to the finest place he knew for their anniversary (The Buxom Bovine, a gentleman's club in White Chapel), she seemed displeased. When he would come home late from another round of drinks with the boys, she'd be upset that he missed yet another insufferable birthday for one of their children. And when she caught him furthering his experience with the female body in order to better pleasure the woman he loved, well to put it plainly, she was miffed.
And wouldn't you know it, when her father caught wind of all Archibald's hard work, he sent hired men after him! The nerve of some people. Well, being a crafty man, Archibald knew when his services were no longer wanted and so he kissed his beautiful children goodbye, put in one more donation to The Buxom Bovine to stimulate the economy of Mother England, and made his way to the docks where his brother Jimmy put him on the first boat out of port in a barrel of apple cider.
The voyage was magnificent until the crew found the barrel empty with a quite happy Archibald within. After a few choice words, the Captain decided to put Archibald to work instead of throwing him overboard, which was, in Archibald's humble opinion, the only reasonable option.
The new world was much like the old, but with fewer street walkers and fewer taverns. But all the open space smelled of opportunity and it was enough to inspire Archibald to seek out his fortune in the gutters of the bustling town of Providence. In the chaos of the port town, he grew his inventory. Ancient, half rotting furniture lay stranded behind a newly finished building. Rolls of soiled carpet and papers lay cast aside near the slops of the local tannery. To the average man, this was garbage, unsuitable even to trade with savages. But Archibald saw greatness.
Using local fauna, he dyed an otherwise garish assembly of clothing bright and commanding colors, painting the copper buttons and trim with a lovely yellow that almost looked like gold. For a hat, he restructured the rotting remains of a draft harness and cinched it with a blood-stained rag. With the collected herbs and a borrowed cauldron belonging to a woman accused and executed for witchcraft, he began making more and more dyes and colors to provide a large selection to meet the tastes of the populace. Before long a corner of Boston's main square was overflowing with the tackiest designs imaginable, rolled up and priced for the avid consumer. Archibald, a forerunner in human psychology, realized that all people needed was to see a high price tag and they would consider the product a high end masterpiece. And he was right.
To this day, fools spend ample silver to alter their homes with his slopped together designs and garbage-picked furniture, all for the sake of aesthetics. Now he gets to sell his work, bring happiness to the masses, and look at the lovely Fifi La Våtslidan all day long. For some reason, he likes to call his shop Franklin's Fine Furnishings.
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Benjamin Bryberry - Official Documents
For a small bribe of 35x Silver Pieces right-clicking on Benjamin Bryberry and selecting "View Town Register" will show the Top 10 Towns with the highest authority.
Tax Rebate
His Majesty, in his graciousness and wisdom, refunds 20% of all taxes he takes from the Player Stalls back to the top 10 Town Claims with the highest Authority. You can speak to Right-clicking Benjamin Bryberry in Providence and selecting "View Town Register" will show you a list of the Top 10 Towns with the highest Authority.
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Amount Refunded
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| 1
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38.53%
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| 2
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23.81%
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| 3
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14.72%
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| 4
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9.09%
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| 5
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5.63%
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| 6
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3.46%
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| 7
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2.16%
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| 8
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1.30%
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| 9
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0.87%
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| 10
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0.43%
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Competing For Top 10 Status
Towns that want a bigger cut of His Majesty's tax rebate can raise their Town Claim's Authority by building  Boundry Stones,  Cross of Saint Georges, or by building a  Challenge Authority on one of the other Top 10 Town Claims to drain their Authority and thus drop their rank.
Fifi La Våtslidan - Sewing Needs
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| Fifi was born a fatherless bastard in a brothel in Paris. Her mother, a Swedish whore, kept the child despite responsibility and endless stream of men through her door. Children could, after all, make a fair wage on the streets themselves. However, a stream of bad johns and a bad heart led her mother to an early grave, and Fifi became a child of the brothel.
To earn her keep, she would sweep and tend to the prostitutes in any way she could. The brothel operated much like any other close-knit business, really more like a hotel than anything else. The only difference was that the rooms were preoccupied and the boarders left more rested than when they came in. Madame Lefon, a noseless, voluptuous woman, ran the business and saw to Fifi's upbringing. She suffered from advanced syphilis, but that didn't stop her from being one of the most acclaimed mistresses a the bordello.
Before a misplaced cigarette would see the brothel go up in flames of hellfire, Fifi would learn two very important lessons. The first was that smoking tobacco was a dirty, dangerous habit. The second was that men (and women) would buy anything they felt had greater value than its price tag.
Although she was young, she was beautiful. Her eyes were big and sultry, cheekbones high and elegant. Her body looked to have been molded by God himself with the greatest detail given to every curve and arc. Each night, she would dress as a serving girl, smudge hearth soot on her forehead, and go about sweeping and serving those who waited for other prostitutes. Each night, a man would notice her, notice her figure hidden behind loose, coarse fabric, notice a glimmer of hidden cleavage behind a lace undergarment, notice her full chest and lips. He wouldn't be able to resist. He would pay anything to have this creature that was seemingly off the menu, thinking he had found some kind of gem among the common sands of the brothel. And each time, Madame Lefon would explain Fifi was a virgin and under the care of the brothel, destined to join the convent. Like a plague, this sealed the deal. The men would need her more powerfully than any other whore, and in so needing, would agree to the outrageous price Fifi's bed required.
The charade was a touch above what most common gutter whores were capable of, and so the cut Fifi earned was far more than modest. By the time the brothel was no more, she had saved up enough to seek out a new life away from Paris and France completely. Rumors were spreading of the burgeoning new world across the sea, a place filled with sexually repressed closet-perverts living on communes and worshiping a condemning and prude God. This, she realized, would be the perfect spot to begin a brothel of her own. "Let the men pray in their churches," she would say. "Until priests make men sigh in ecstasy, there will always be whores."
Unfortunately, having lived in Paris her whole life, Fifi hadn't realized how criminalized the Puritans had made the act of sex. This was a difficulty, but nothing she was unwilling to handle. During her younger years at the brothel, Fifi had darned the clothing and underthings of the other whores. Applying her knowledge of psychology and economics, Fifi opened a shop featuring her own line of clothing and accessories, setting herself apart from the common goods with imported cloths from Madame Lefon back in France. Using the same philosophy she used in the bedroom, she named her name brand the outfit of "Good Cheer," to ensure customers who experienced it did so with a smile.
Today Fifi still runs her business. Lately she has taken a fancy to Douglas the violinist, but, to her disappointment, he has little time for anything other than his instrument. She has on more than one occasion told him if his tongue was a bow, her lips would sing, but he doesn't seem bright enough for entendre. She has recently moved to the North end of Providence and is going by the name of Gloria Goodbuttons in an attempt at legitimacy.
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Flint Gunderson - Guns
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| Flint was born in the backwoods of unsettled Pennsylvania, a son to a bear hunter. He was a peaceful child, often absorbed in writing poetry and songs about flowers and doves, an activity which often led to vicious and painful beatings at the hand of his father who was insistent on not raising a doe of a boy. But one day, while setting bait on a pit trap for a bear, Flint’s father fell in and was impaled on the spikes below. Flint found his father's corpse in the woods and soon-after wrote a sonnet on the topic of Freedom.
Years passed and Flint continued to be the sensitive, caring individual that his father hated. He abhorred violence and lived the life of a vegan, eating only what he could raise from the soil. He married a wife who genuinely appreciated his ability to listen and empathize. He fathered two young girls with whom he would drink imaginary tea from imaginary cups. He owned a pet dog small enough to fit in his wife's hand bag. He was happy.
One day, while out picking daisies, his daughters were mauled by wolves. He watched the whole event unfold and was helpless to save them, standing by and yelling, waving sticks until the wolves departed with full bellies. Even as they left though, he understood this to be a test of his convictions. He let the wolves go and took his children into his arms to bury them in the field behind his house.
The process took some time and when it was finished the sun had long since set. Heading into the house with a heavy heart, he lit a lamp and sat in his favorite chair. He almost didn't give the thump in the bedroom a second thought, but when he saw a hulking, savage man walk out, he sat in a state of shock. The wicked face grinned behind a wild beard and the man strode past, calm as could be, out the front door.
Flint ran to the bedroom to find his wife murdered, the knife still sticking straight out of her chest. The horrors of his reality sunk into him like hot lead down his gullet as his be-spoiled, once perfect wife lay dead in his arms. Still, the fought back the urge for revenge upon the man who had done this. It was not his place to wish violence. So, taking the woman he loved, he brought her out back and buried her next to their daughters, weeping quietly.
While shoveling the last of the dirty onto his wife’s grave, he heard the familiar yipping of his dog, Chowder, followed by the loudest roar he had ever heard. He spun around to see Chowder and a bear locked in mortal combat. Despite being a fraction of the bear’s size and weight, chowder, viciously bit at the beast’s neck, unwilling to be shaken off as he single-handedly defended the homestead and his master from the beast.
To this day, Flint does not remember grabbing his father’s old hunting musket from where it had ever been displayed on the mantel. He does not remember loading it. He does not remember pulling the trigger at point-blank range as the monstrosity stood over the bloody corpse of Chowder.
Flint’s story is a reminder of the harsh realities of the wilderness and that, despite our willpower, sometimes our hand is forced to make violence lest we lose all we hold dear.
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Jordan Gramsey - Cooking Needs
Right-clicking on Jordan Gramsey in Providence and selecting “Share Dining Experience” while you have a  Full and Fed Up debuff will cause Jordan Gramsey to rate your Gluttony Session Points. If your points are high enough he will put you on his Top Ten Dining Experiences list and award you an  Absurdly Large Cookie. If not, he will probably insult you.
Right-clicking on Jordan Gramsey and selecting "View Top Chefs" will show you the pilgrims with the Top 10 Dining Experiences.
Nobleman Barnes - Books
Right-clicking on Nobleman Barnes and selecting "View Bestsellers will show you the Top  Books in the New World and give you the option to buy a copy of any of them for 100x Silver Pieces. Next Nobleman Barnes are 2x {{i|Printing Press))es which can be used to duplicated Books you already own for 25x Silver Pieces.
Snake Oil Salesman
Spuds McArtor - Farming Needs
Steve Ol'Mcfishsticks - Fisherman
The Den Master
Having at least 200 from Affluence Bonus Artifacts equipped, allows you to enter The Den. Inside there are three  Hookahs and The Den Master. Right-clicking on a Hookah and selecting "Puff" will cause you to take a pull of smoke off the Hookah until you click away. You can only successfully Puff from a Hookah once per 20 hours. Puffing successfully on a Hookah will decrease your Madness by one point and cause you to gain Inspiration relative to how long you were Puffing. However, Puff too long and you will become briefly  Stunned and will not gain any of the Hookah's benefits. However if this is the case you may try again as only successful Puffs will start a 20 hour cool down.
Torvold Starkajärn - Iron Works
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