Deimos
The looks were well worth the jesting, and he refrained from open laughter until the others were out of sight – permitting it to echo lightly as he snagged at their own sled, Belial seated in it just to be obnoxious. Future mischief planned, and some current, as his eyes trailed after advisor and courier, he remarked with a shrug of his shoulders. “They do not get along, for one reason or another. It gets obnoxious when you are in the middle of a hunt though.” And dangerous, for everyone involved.
The Sword tucked away the inward groan, only wrinkling his nose into some manner of petulance at the thought of dealing with the Banks. Not that they didn’t get along – both of their positions in Halo were respected – but he didn’t want the prices gouged. “I can create most of what they would want anyway. Hopefully they will not be an issue.”
But as they rounded along corners and came to the shop entrance, the General sent the peryton off, lowering his tones to a conspiring whisper for Evie’s ears alone. “I can have him track them for a bit.” Be another set of eyes and ears, along with any notions of mishaps along the way.
The Banks gave them sharp looks as soon as they entered, but a singular arch of his brow seemed to dismay anything incriminating. Wife, husband, and eldest child roamed forward towards Evie, glancing at her wares while he perused. ”What do you have for antidotes? My lad here,” and the Bank matriarch patted her son dutifully on the head, as if he were five, ”is venturing towards the swamp soon, and I’ve heard about those nasty, poisonous creatures there.”
He could hear bargaining back and forth, and snagged at a few pieces of armor he hadn’t utilized before, along with a number of smaller implements and instruments. By the time he’d returned with his arms full, arrangements seemed to have been made - including some contortions and creations of the Sword's own. Transactions completed, they could walk out of the store – his features rendered pleasantly surprised. “That went well,” as he placed the weaponry back into the sled, noting the other pair’s whereabouts via the flying, carnivorous deer. “Lothran next. Do not scare her.”
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Down the street, Talyson and Sah had their own merits. The courier, likely due to his Natural status and delivery stature, was already known by Mr. Took. Whether this was good or bad was difficult to tell, due to the man’s furrowed brow and cantankerous outlook. ”You deliver my package yet?” came on a relative sneer towards Tal, ignoring the Advisor for the moment, before turning his large expanse behind the counter abruptly.
Perusal flickered downwards at the offered furs. ”Like the ursur,” pointing it out, as if Sah couldn’t tell the difference between the pair of animals. ”Don’t need the fox.” He paused again, crunching some facts and figures on a notepad with quick, efficient strokes of charcoal, before flickering his attention back to the courier. ”Can you get about fifteen of the dried stuff,” and he jerked his thumb at jerky hanging nearby.
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Deimos and Evie have (due to some high rolls) successfully snagged weapons and armor from their first stop.
Sah and Talyson will be allowed to haggle the price, make a counter-offer, etc. to Mr. Took.
No post order!
The Sword tucked away the inward groan, only wrinkling his nose into some manner of petulance at the thought of dealing with the Banks. Not that they didn’t get along – both of their positions in Halo were respected – but he didn’t want the prices gouged. “I can create most of what they would want anyway. Hopefully they will not be an issue.”
But as they rounded along corners and came to the shop entrance, the General sent the peryton off, lowering his tones to a conspiring whisper for Evie’s ears alone. “I can have him track them for a bit.” Be another set of eyes and ears, along with any notions of mishaps along the way.
The Banks gave them sharp looks as soon as they entered, but a singular arch of his brow seemed to dismay anything incriminating. Wife, husband, and eldest child roamed forward towards Evie, glancing at her wares while he perused. ”What do you have for antidotes? My lad here,” and the Bank matriarch patted her son dutifully on the head, as if he were five, ”is venturing towards the swamp soon, and I’ve heard about those nasty, poisonous creatures there.”
He could hear bargaining back and forth, and snagged at a few pieces of armor he hadn’t utilized before, along with a number of smaller implements and instruments. By the time he’d returned with his arms full, arrangements seemed to have been made - including some contortions and creations of the Sword's own. Transactions completed, they could walk out of the store – his features rendered pleasantly surprised. “That went well,” as he placed the weaponry back into the sled, noting the other pair’s whereabouts via the flying, carnivorous deer. “Lothran next. Do not scare her.”
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Down the street, Talyson and Sah had their own merits. The courier, likely due to his Natural status and delivery stature, was already known by Mr. Took. Whether this was good or bad was difficult to tell, due to the man’s furrowed brow and cantankerous outlook. ”You deliver my package yet?” came on a relative sneer towards Tal, ignoring the Advisor for the moment, before turning his large expanse behind the counter abruptly.
Perusal flickered downwards at the offered furs. ”Like the ursur,” pointing it out, as if Sah couldn’t tell the difference between the pair of animals. ”Don’t need the fox.” He paused again, crunching some facts and figures on a notepad with quick, efficient strokes of charcoal, before flickering his attention back to the courier. ”Can you get about fifteen of the dried stuff,” and he jerked his thumb at jerky hanging nearby.
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Deimos and Evie have (due to some high rolls) successfully snagged weapons and armor from their first stop.
Sah and Talyson will be allowed to haggle the price, make a counter-offer, etc. to Mr. Took.
No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
