Deimos
Belial prided himself on being an excellent spy (when he wasn’t too exuberant, or being obnoxious), so following after Talyson and Sah was an amusing act for the peryton. He’d caught them as they entered the shop, and nestled himself along the outcropping of the butcher’s shop, invisible, only flicking an ear from time to time to catch the latest musings.
So Deimos could hear the grumblings and the low offers being extended, shaking his head as they made their way down the street. “Took is giving them a hard time,” and he had to resist the inevitable thought of rescuing and bombarding – they’d have to figure it out for themselves. “If it gets any worse, we can liberate them,” but they had to be permitted, allowed, to make their mistakes, swim amongst the confusion and bewilderment first.
He had to alter his notions thereafter too; a less intimidating stature as he ducked his head into the stall. Evie took to Ms. Lothran quickly though, while his sharp eyes glanced over the armor. More than once he grinned at the array of goods – finely established metal, worked properly and handled with pride, care, tilting his head over his shoulder to extend his compliments to the woman. “These are excellent,” and he pointed to some bracers, inevitably snagging those to add to their impending collection.
The meek individual practically squeaked at both of them being present, blushing and raising her hands immediately ”Oh, thank you. Um…they did take some time. Let me see though…,” and her soft voice drifted off as she perused Evie’s list of teas and aromatics, balm for the hands…immediately tempted as the General didn’t bother hiding his admiration for a few other shields. She still took her time, however, as she probably did in all aspects of life, hesitant and uncertain. ”These blends sound nice…,” and by the end of it, the Sword and the Evergreen had gathered their necessary materials.
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Mr. Took was a difficult man to bargain with. While some might’ve called him a giant pain in the ass, others knew the quality of his products, and that he was simply an obstacle to snag at great goods.
His brow furrowed, the grumpy set of his demeanor unchanged. He could've agreed to Talyson’s terms, by the sheer pluck of the youth, but then Sah would say something about berries and he’d continue scowling. ”Don’t want no berries, and Laino can figure it out herself. And I don’t need to make any other trades.” Extra work was not par for Tooks’ course. His glare went to Sah once more, perhaps trying to instigate or agitate. One never really knew. But probably.
Eyes inspected the ursur pelts again, as if that was the only thing keeping him occupied. Another lowball offer ensued, if only to be that stereotypical curmudgeon. “Twenty, with the blanket discount.”
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Deimos and Evie have acquired their goods from Ms. Lothran and can now go find a place to store the weaponry (either the barracks or Council Hall).
Mr. Took is not giving the boys an easy time, and Sah and Talyson have been given another low offer. Do they take it? Try again? Go to the next place (Mrs. Knotwise) for better options?
No post order!
So Deimos could hear the grumblings and the low offers being extended, shaking his head as they made their way down the street. “Took is giving them a hard time,” and he had to resist the inevitable thought of rescuing and bombarding – they’d have to figure it out for themselves. “If it gets any worse, we can liberate them,” but they had to be permitted, allowed, to make their mistakes, swim amongst the confusion and bewilderment first.
He had to alter his notions thereafter too; a less intimidating stature as he ducked his head into the stall. Evie took to Ms. Lothran quickly though, while his sharp eyes glanced over the armor. More than once he grinned at the array of goods – finely established metal, worked properly and handled with pride, care, tilting his head over his shoulder to extend his compliments to the woman. “These are excellent,” and he pointed to some bracers, inevitably snagging those to add to their impending collection.
The meek individual practically squeaked at both of them being present, blushing and raising her hands immediately ”Oh, thank you. Um…they did take some time. Let me see though…,” and her soft voice drifted off as she perused Evie’s list of teas and aromatics, balm for the hands…immediately tempted as the General didn’t bother hiding his admiration for a few other shields. She still took her time, however, as she probably did in all aspects of life, hesitant and uncertain. ”These blends sound nice…,” and by the end of it, the Sword and the Evergreen had gathered their necessary materials.
--
Mr. Took was a difficult man to bargain with. While some might’ve called him a giant pain in the ass, others knew the quality of his products, and that he was simply an obstacle to snag at great goods.
His brow furrowed, the grumpy set of his demeanor unchanged. He could've agreed to Talyson’s terms, by the sheer pluck of the youth, but then Sah would say something about berries and he’d continue scowling. ”Don’t want no berries, and Laino can figure it out herself. And I don’t need to make any other trades.” Extra work was not par for Tooks’ course. His glare went to Sah once more, perhaps trying to instigate or agitate. One never really knew. But probably.
Eyes inspected the ursur pelts again, as if that was the only thing keeping him occupied. Another lowball offer ensued, if only to be that stereotypical curmudgeon. “Twenty, with the blanket discount.”
--
Deimos and Evie have acquired their goods from Ms. Lothran and can now go find a place to store the weaponry (either the barracks or Council Hall).
Mr. Took is not giving the boys an easy time, and Sah and Talyson have been given another low offer. Do they take it? Try again? Go to the next place (Mrs. Knotwise) for better options?
No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
