you made your choice
“It is, indeed.” The butcher agrees with that same charming grin, too sharp and too welcoming to be anything but giving mixed signals. But, as Meliar begins to distract Fox from their conversation, Astaroth trails at his heels, waiting patiently for his turn for their transaction to be completed.
Meliar seems to air nothing but pride and happiness that the satchel is well received, and with a note with handwritten care instructions (and if any adjustments and fixes need to be made, where to find him) in a card he slots into the bag along with the journal in order to keep it together for the monster hunter. “’Course! An’ if you’ve got any pelts of luxere runnin’ around, they’re my old lady’s favorite. She claims they’re softer ‘n I haven’t had a chance to go out and get some, I’d consider that good ‘n well paid.” But then, as if realizing for a second that Fox is also an Ancient, like the taller one waiting patiently behind, he seems to blanch a bit. “If y’can’t get a luxere, though, we’ll gladly take a regular ol’ deer pelt. Can always find a use for 'em.” Easy bartering, without the potential of causing this brand new customer from being caught out in the cold. He might not know much about Ancients, but he has picked that up from being amongst them here in the Grounds.
Once Fox and Meliar have finished up the details of their transaction, the butcher sidles up beside the hunter to hand the tray to the leather worker, flashing that same traditional, bright grin. “I see that you have some branding irons, would it be possible to add a phrase on the inside of this? Perhaps ‘for my darling Danta’?” His head tilts slightly, antlers swaying away from casting a shadow onto the counter. Meliar beams at this and nods, reaching for the tools as he heats them up in the mini forge set on the back wall of where the counter sits before scribing it out so he doesn’t mess it up.
Meliar seems to air nothing but pride and happiness that the satchel is well received, and with a note with handwritten care instructions (and if any adjustments and fixes need to be made, where to find him) in a card he slots into the bag along with the journal in order to keep it together for the monster hunter. “’Course! An’ if you’ve got any pelts of luxere runnin’ around, they’re my old lady’s favorite. She claims they’re softer ‘n I haven’t had a chance to go out and get some, I’d consider that good ‘n well paid.” But then, as if realizing for a second that Fox is also an Ancient, like the taller one waiting patiently behind, he seems to blanch a bit. “If y’can’t get a luxere, though, we’ll gladly take a regular ol’ deer pelt. Can always find a use for 'em.” Easy bartering, without the potential of causing this brand new customer from being caught out in the cold. He might not know much about Ancients, but he has picked that up from being amongst them here in the Grounds.
Once Fox and Meliar have finished up the details of their transaction, the butcher sidles up beside the hunter to hand the tray to the leather worker, flashing that same traditional, bright grin. “I see that you have some branding irons, would it be possible to add a phrase on the inside of this? Perhaps ‘for my darling Danta’?” His head tilts slightly, antlers swaying away from casting a shadow onto the counter. Meliar beams at this and nods, reaching for the tools as he heats them up in the mini forge set on the back wall of where the counter sits before scribing it out so he doesn’t mess it up.
Astaroth
do you regret it yet?
