Razmire Builders Merchants buys planks for 33 coins and sells them for 100. The G.E. price (11/12/16) is 233. I allowed Razmire to buy other planks too, as he is a builders merchant after all. The buy prices were calculated by multiplying the G.E price of the type of plank by 100 / 233, this is the Razmire's sale price of normal logs / the G.E price. This calculated Razmire's sell price of the plank in question. This figure was multiplied by 33/100, this is Razmire's buy price divided by his sell price.
Urist stepped over to Benny's stall and pulled open a newspaper.
"Come and get your paper, still only fifty coins each!" Benny shouted. He turned to Urist and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Just having a look at the classified adverts."
"Don't crease the paper too much, I gotta sell it y'know." Benny returned to his shouting. Urist, using his finger to point at them, scanned the adverts, particularly the 'wanted' items. A couple stuck out.
Wanted: Bolt's of cloth, willing to pay a hundred and ninety five coins each for them. Also wanted, bronze nails for two coins each, iron nails for nine coins each and steel nails for fifteen coins each. Construction Supplies, Varrock.
Wanted: Planks. Normal, thirty three coins. Oak, sixty six coins. Teak, a hundred and three coins. Mahogany, three hundred and four coins. Razmire Builders Merchants, Mort'ton.
Urist closed the paper and made sure it didn't look conspicuous compared to the others. He jogged over to the Grand Exchange and looked at the sign at the archway to find that Relobo Blinyo; a bald man with a small patch of hair on his forehead, a sleeveless waist coat and plain trousers, is the agent in charge of logs.
"Are you Relobo? The agent in charge of logs?"
"Yes, sir, I am."
"Do you know anyone selling logs?"
"I have some clients interested in selling, yes."
"Could I buy logs from them?"
"Of course. Follow me." Urist followed him to the Grand Exchange Clerk, where Relobo handed over an identification note. The Clerk wrote down his details and looked to Urist. "If you let this lady know what you would like to order, she will do the paperwork. Return to me when you're finished." Urist nodded and Relobo returned to his pitch.
"How much are normal logs? Oak logs, Teak logs and Mahogany logs?
"Four coins, eight coins, twenty coins and fifty coins." Urist stroked his chin whilst he thought for a few moments.
"And are balls of wool still five coins?" The woman flicked through her book until she arrived at the appropriate page.
"Yes, sir, we have people selling at five coins each."
"Can I have; ten logs, ten oak logs, five teak logs, five mahogany logs and twenty balls of wool."
"Certainly." The woman wrote down all of the information. "That'll be five hundred and seventy coins, please." Urist withdrew the last of the money in his bank, combined it with the money in his money pouch, and paid the clerk. "Thank you." The woman wrote out the note for Urist and a copy for Relobo. "Take this one to Relobo."
Urist did as he was asked and Relobo glanced over the note.
"Where would you like the logs delivering to?"
"The Varrock saw mill, please."
"Certainly. They can be there in a couple of hours, if you would like them that quickly."
"Aye, please. If I were to order again, how quickly could you have them here in Varrock?"
"We have a small amount stored in Varrock and have daily deliveries. If you buy all our wood for the day, we'd have to run the order over a few days until the order is fulfilled."
"Thank you. Who is the seller?"
"I'm afraid I can't give their details out freely, but it is a merchant in Morytania."
"Thank you." Urist made his way to the bank opposite Sani's smithy and handed over his bank book. The cashier wrote down his details.
"How may I help?" Urist handed over the note for the balls of wool.
"May I have them delivered to the bank in Taverley, please?"
"Certainly." The cashier wrote down the details. "That will be done for you. Is there anything else I may help you with?"
"That's it, thank you." Urist ran as fast as he could to the saw mill, panting heavily when he arrived. He leaned on the desk to catch his breath. After some minutes, he stood up straight.
"How may I help?"
"I have some logs arriving soon, for a Mr Urist. I'm Mr Urist. I was hoping you would mill them for me?"
"Of course. What logs are they?" Urist told him and he wrote it down in his log book. "To mill them, the; logs will cost twenty five coins each, oak logs fifty, teak logs seventy five and mahogany two hundred and twenty five. That comes to two thousand, two hundred and fifty coins, please." Urist paid up and the miller wrote out a receipt for him. "Where would you like them delivered to?"
"The bank just inside the east bank." The miller wrote it down.
"If we receive them soon enough, we should have them at the bank by the end of the day."
"Thank you." Urist made his way to the eastern bank and informed them of the incoming planks.
At the south gate, the guards warned him of some suspicious activity from the druid circle. Urist headed east with his wheelbarrow and filled half of it with iron, copper and tin. At the western mining site, he filled the other half with enough tin to smelt with the copper, some more iron and a very small amount of silver. He took it straight to the furnace and smelted the silver into bars. He smelted the bronze and iron, and hammered them out into nails. A total of forty five iron nails and a hundred and thirty five bronze nails were produced.
Urist deposited them at the western bank and asked the cashier to transport them to the eastern bank. He wrote a note for Charlie asking him to look after the house and to store the pots of flour there. Instructions were given on what to do whilst he was away. He gave the note to Sani
"Could you ask Baraek to look after the stall whilst I'm away?" Sani nodded. "And if the ore delivery comes, could you accept it?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Thanks. And ... "
"Could I borrow some money?"
"How much were you thinking?"
"Three thousand five hundred coins?"
"Hmmm."
"I'll be able to repay it within a few days of returning."
"Only if you're sure you can. It'll leave me in a dangerous position if you don't."
"I'm positive." Sani withdrew the money from the bank and handed it to Urist, who put it in his empty pouch. "Thank you dearly. I will not forget this. I'm off to Taverley then, I shall return soon." Sani shook his hand.
Now it was time to head to the druid village of Taverley. With barely half a day left, he set off and made it across the river to the barbarian village in the dark of night. He tethered his horse at the well and the barbarians rumoured generosity was excelled a hundred fold in real life. They put him up for the night in the tavern, after providing a share of the spit roast and a keg of the homemade beer. Singing, dancing and storytelling provided refreshing entertainment.
Urist left before dawn the next morning and followed the road to Drorkar at his power station above the dwarven mines. Drorkar was a little surprised at Urist's sudden appearance.
"I do believe your order is currently making good progress."
"That's great to hear. I just thought I'd pay a visit as I'm on my way to Taverley."
"Oh, I apologise. I thought you were here about the order."
"Actually, whilst I'm here, I was wondering if you have any iron and coal for sale?"
"I'm sure I can spare some if I'm to make profit. I pay forty-five coins for coal and seventeen for iron, so how about fifty for coal and twenty for iron?"
"That seems fair. How much do you have?"
"Spare? Twenty coal and eleven iron."
That's one thousand and eighty-seven coins.
"I'll take it." Urist counted out the coins and handed them over. Drorkar had one of his workers put the minerals on the cart and shook Urist's hand.
Urist sped on and made it to Doric's workshop in time to catch him before he closed.
"Doric! I've come to visit."
"Greetings, Urist. You're looking well.
"And yourself." Boric grunted in the back ground and he retrieved some steel bars from the furnace. "I have some iron ore and coal on the cart I thought you'd be interested in."
"As a matter of fact, it would help out a lot. Especially with this order from the White Knights. How many do you have?"
"Twenty coal and eleven iron."
"How much are you asking for them?"
"That's the thing. I'm willing to break even on them if you'll put me up for the night."
"Of course I will. So how much are they?"
"Seventy-five on the coal and twenty five on the iron, and I'll smelt it for you."
"Pffft. You drive a hard bargain. I guess I can do that though, so long as you deliver a cart of armour to the castle."
"Are they ready to deliver this evening?"
"They are, once I've hammered out your steel."
"I can do that if you tell me what you want."
"Two platebody's and a steel sword." Urist nodded and fetched the ores from the cart. Boric started loading the cart with the armour and weapons, whilst Urist smelted the bars, using some of Doric's coal, and hammering out the products. Urist loaded them on too once he was finished. "We'll be upstairs when you return." Urist nodded and started on his journey. It took a couple of hours each way to the castle, and the guards demanded Urist empty the cart, adding another half hour to the journey. It was pitch black by the time Urist returned to Doric's flat above the workshop. Doric and Boric had finished their tea by the time Urist sat at the table, tired and weary. Urist's bowl of stew lay at the table, no longer steaming. He spooned it down and spent the evening catching up with his long esteemed friend.
The following morning, Doric paid up and waved Urist off as he passed through the gate to Taverley. He took the road south, over the bridge and to the bank. After tethering his horse, he entered the bank, handed the cashier his bank book and requested the wool.
"It arrived this very morning, sir." The cashier turned and fetched them from the small chest, handing them to Urist when he returned to the counter. "Is there anything else I can help you with today, sir?"
"Actually, I believe there's a loom here in Taverley. I've long since known it was here, but require direction to its precious location."
"Certainly. If you follow the road north, and it's just before the smithy."
"Thank you." Urist led his cart along the directed route. He eventually heard the spinning of the wheel and followed it to the building that housed it. There was a door, only a doorway, so Urist stepped into the doorway. An elderly lady was spinning the wheel. Urist coughed and the lady turned to him.
"I was wondering if you would spin this wool for me."
"It will cost a coin per item." Urist nodded and handed over the wool. "What would you like?"
"Five bolt's of cloth, please." The lady weaved and handed over the cloth. Urist handed over the five coins and put the cloth on the cart. He headed south again and passed an empty sty. South of the sty was a farming shop, Urist had noted it on the way to the loom. He popped inside and spoke to the farmer.
"What do you have for sale?" The famer pointed him to a list on the wall that had the products and the prices. Urist scanned it and turned back to the farmer. "I'll take it all except the cabbage seeds."
"Goodness gracious!" The farmer counted everything up. "That'll be two thousand and thirty coins, please." Urist counted out the coins and handed them over.
"Would you be able to take the buckets to the bank for me? There's no rush to do it, but it's going to be near impossible to get them all on the cart."
"I will. Thank you for ... well, buying pretty much everything." The farmer helped him load his cart and off he went back to the bank. The same cashier served him.
"I have a farmer delivering some buckets here for me. A hundred of them to be precise." The cashier wrote this down. "Would you be able to transport them to the western Varrock bank for me?"
"Yes, we'll do that."
"Can I deposit these plant cure's and have you deliver those too? They are quite delicate and mildly valuable." The cashier accepted the vials of yellow liquid and made a note of it.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"That's it, thank you. Oh, actually ... Do I have an overdraft?" The cashier looked a little stunned and checked the account details.
"Actually ... yes, sir, yes you do. A two thousand coin overdraft."
"May I withdraw the overdraft amount then?" The cashier nodded and counted out the coins. Urist put them in his pouch. "I'll repay it in Varrock." The cashier nodded. Urist left and passing through the gate next to Doric's workshop, headed south to Falador once more. He weaved through the buildings, along the cobbled street and always keeping the castle to his right. The sun was setting as he passed through the south gate. There was a patch of trees to his left, caressing the wall. Urist set up camp there and in sight of the guards in case of any unwanted attention from highwaymen.
That would be the last thing I need right now. Overdrawn, in debt and without these goods would be my ruin.