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He glanced up from what miracles he was already carrying out with scraps well past what anyone but the owner would call a scabbard. 'Just a patch job' it had been called, but it started to turn out a full rebuild was more appropriate, it could wait though, not like a farmer was in any desperate need of going to war. He was about to greet the potential customer but his mouth was left slightly agape at yet another dragon went poking about his wares. Yet another far cry from the Fáfnir of the legends, and even less intimidating than the other one, but it still seemed to demand the same respect. If for nothing but as a gesture of good will towards the woman eying his wares.
"Heil ok sæl, what can I do you for?" Are said, greeting her with a smile that didn't quite reach the eyes. Eyes already busying themselves trying to find what exactly could catch her interest. Warrior was all glorious and well, but a tradesman, and a savvy one at that, was far more likely to bring home bread. Far more likely to come home at all for that matter. "Perhaps a pair of lined boots, it's rabbit you see, softest in the lands!" he said and held up a pair of sturdy turnshoes adorned with brown mottled fur and seams so tight they almost disappeared into the leather.
"Heil ok sæl, what can I do you for?" Are said, greeting her with a smile that didn't quite reach the eyes. Eyes already busying themselves trying to find what exactly could catch her interest. Warrior was all glorious and well, but a tradesman, and a savvy one at that, was far more likely to bring home bread. Far more likely to come home at all for that matter. "Perhaps a pair of lined boots, it's rabbit you see, softest in the lands!" he said and held up a pair of sturdy turnshoes adorned with brown mottled fur and seams so tight they almost disappeared into the leather.
