Deimos
Despite any initial drawbacks Evie might’ve had with the slippery metal, they eventually unloaded all the armor into its designated location. Content, brushing his hands together, the Sword closed the storage door and checked in on the others through Belial’s continued efforts. “They are Knotwise’s now,” and he shrugged, certain that could go either way, based on his encounters with the shopkeeper.
Considering they were finished…a little goofing off was to be had. “We can go get some snacks across from there,” and with another Cheshire grin, he stepped out of the council hall, waiting for the Evergreen to follow or come up with another idea.
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As Talyson and Sah entered the Knotwise’s shop, there was plenty to see. Displays upon displays of fresh meat sat beneath a counter, ice packed behind it, while dried goods hung from other portions and hooks, waiting for others to come and peruse. An assemblage of other food remained stocked and packed as well, including baked items, and rations specially designed for those who went out hunting in the Tundra for lengthier periods of time.
And behind the counter, crocheting a scarf, sat Mrs. Knotwise. She might’ve been unremarkable save for the impressive ivory beehive hairdo – and how it remained completely unmoved as she swiveled her head in their direction. Eyes desperately in need of glasses (which she had, but couldn’t locate – they were at the top of her head) peered over at the courier and advisor as they meandered in. “Ahhh, if it isn’t Balyton and Pah,” she uttered, with an encouraging smile. “What can I do for you boys today?”
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Evie and Deimos have completed their tasks and can go get snacks.
Talyson and Sah have met Mrs. Knotwise and can proceed to barter/trade.
No post order!
Considering they were finished…a little goofing off was to be had. “We can go get some snacks across from there,” and with another Cheshire grin, he stepped out of the council hall, waiting for the Evergreen to follow or come up with another idea.
--
As Talyson and Sah entered the Knotwise’s shop, there was plenty to see. Displays upon displays of fresh meat sat beneath a counter, ice packed behind it, while dried goods hung from other portions and hooks, waiting for others to come and peruse. An assemblage of other food remained stocked and packed as well, including baked items, and rations specially designed for those who went out hunting in the Tundra for lengthier periods of time.
And behind the counter, crocheting a scarf, sat Mrs. Knotwise. She might’ve been unremarkable save for the impressive ivory beehive hairdo – and how it remained completely unmoved as she swiveled her head in their direction. Eyes desperately in need of glasses (which she had, but couldn’t locate – they were at the top of her head) peered over at the courier and advisor as they meandered in. “Ahhh, if it isn’t Balyton and Pah,” she uttered, with an encouraging smile. “What can I do for you boys today?”
--
Evie and Deimos have completed their tasks and can go get snacks.
Talyson and Sah have met Mrs. Knotwise and can proceed to barter/trade.
No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
