Raven Daknight walks into the village. He carries a bow, but no arrows. He enters a store and approaches the merchant. "Excuse me, do you have any arrows?"
The shopkeeper grunts assent. "What kind are you looking for and how many?" While he waits for a response, he points at a broad-shouldered, dark-haired man standing in one corner. "If you're not going to buy anything, at least make yourself useful. Get his arrows from the back."
"Sticks and flint will do." Raven says. "Two sheaths worth."
The shopkeeper grunts assent. "What kind are you looking for and how many?" While he waits for a response, he points at a broad-shouldered, dark-haired man standing in one corner. "If you're not going to buy anything, at least make yourself useful. Get his arrows from the back."
"Sticks and flint will do." Raven says. "Two sheaths worth."
"You heard him, Anders," says the shopkeeper, "Go get them." The man, whose name is apparently Anders, nods solemnly and goes into a back room.
The shopkeeper lists what seems like a reasonable sum.
OOC: There's no proper currency system in this RP, so I tend to deal with monetary amounts in the abstract.
OOC: Fair enough.
"It's a deal." Pays for the arrows. "Tell me, do you know of anyone who could use a good archer?"
Anders returns with the arrows and hands them to Raven at a nod from the shopkeeper.
In response to the question, the shopkeeper shrugs. "Things have been quiet mostly since the invasion. Some gray lady passed through a couple weeks back, looking for talent, but I think she got what she needed. There've been rumors of something going down out west by the mountains, but it all sounds like rubbish to me. You heard anything, Anders?"
"I'm not a merc," Anders replies quietly.
"Yeah? What are you, then?"
"I've got to go." Anders hurries out the door.
"Odd chap," the shopkeeper mutters under his breath. "Can I help you with anything else?"
"It's a deal." Pays for the arrows. "Tell me, do you know of anyone who could use a good archer?"
Anders returns with the arrows and hands them to Raven at a nod from the shopkeeper.
In response to the question, the shopkeeper shrugs. "Things have been quiet mostly since the invasion. Some gray lady passed through a couple weeks back, looking for talent, but I think she got what she needed. There've been rumors of something going down out west by the mountains, but it all sounds like rubbish to me. You heard anything, Anders?"
"I'm not a merc," Anders replies quietly.
"Yeah? What are you, then?"
"I've got to go." Anders hurries out the door.
"Odd chap," the shopkeeper mutters under his breath. "Can I help you with anything else?"
Raven stares after Anders, then turns to the shopkeeper. "Who was that?"
Anders returns with the arrows and hands them to Raven at a nod from the shopkeeper.
In response to the question, the shopkeeper shrugs. "Things have been quiet mostly since the invasion. Some gray lady passed through a couple weeks back, looking for talent, but I think she got what she needed. There've been rumors of something going down out west by the mountains, but it all sounds like rubbish to me. You heard anything, Anders?"
"I'm not a merc," Anders replies quietly.
"Yeah? What are you, then?"
"I've got to go." Anders hurries out the door.
"Odd chap," the shopkeeper mutters under his breath. "Can I help you with anything else?"
Raven stares after Anders, then turns to the shopkeeper. "Who was that?"
"That's just Anders. He's from out of town. Likes to stop by my shop and browse sometimes."
After several minutes, the shopkeeper returns with the crossbows. Over the course of four more trips, he also retrieves the short swords. During this time, the man in the corner leaves the shop without saying a word. Once all the weapons are brought out, the shopkeeper tells Goatie the price. It seems reasonable.
OOC: The continents we know exist are Co'Ren (where we are) and Kahltrain (where the Xains came from).
Jednook squawks outside where he's tied up, anxious about his master taking so long.
Goatie buys the weapons. 'Thank you.' Giving the shopkeeper a bag full of money, he adds: 'Keep the change. May I have some help getting these in my saddle baskets?'
After several minutes, the shopkeeper returns with the crossbows. Over the course of four more trips, he also retrieves the short swords. During this time, the man in the corner leaves the shop without saying a word. Once all the weapons are brought out, the shopkeeper tells Goatie the price. It seems reasonable.
OOC: The continents we know exist are Co'Ren (where we are) and Kahltrain (where the Xains came from).
Jednook squawks outside where he's tied up, anxious about his master taking so long.
Goatie buys the weapons. 'Thank you.' Giving the shopkeeper a bag full of money, he adds: 'Keep the change. May I have some help getting these in my saddle baskets?'
The shopkeeper nods, carefully placing the money behind the counter and following Goatie outside.
OOC: This quote chain is happening in the same location as the other quote chain, but at a different time, just so everyone's aware.
Jednook squawks outside where he's tied up, anxious about his master taking so long.
Goatie buys the weapons. 'Thank you.' Giving the shopkeeper a bag full of money, he adds: 'Keep the change. May I have some help getting these in my saddle baskets?'
The shopkeeper nods, carefully placing the money behind the counter and following Goatie outside.
OOC: This quote chain is happening in the same location as the other quote chain, but at a different time, just so everyone's aware.
Jednook gives a loud griffin screech, seeing Goatie come out with the weapons. He sniffs at the purchases, knowing what the smell of shining metal, unstained wood and newly applied oil meant: a battle is at hand.
Goatie carefully loads one of his steed's large saddle baskets with swords and crossbows.
The shopkeeper nods, carefully placing the money behind the counter and following Goatie outside.
OOC: This quote chain is happening in the same location as the other quote chain, but at a different time, just so everyone's aware.
Jednook gives a loud griffin screech, seeing Goatie come out with the weapons. He sniffs at the purchases, knowing what the smell of shining metal, unstained wood and newly applied oil meant: a battle is at hand.
Goatie carefully loads one of his steed's large saddle baskets with swords and crossbows.
The shopkeeper helps him, handing him the bags and helping him to lift them, but clearly wary of getting too close to the griffin.
Jednook gives a loud griffin screech, seeing Goatie come out with the weapons. He sniffs at the purchases, knowing what the smell of shining metal, unstained wood and newly applied oil meant: a battle is at hand.
Goatie carefully loads one of his steed's large saddle baskets with swords and crossbows.
The shopkeeper helps him, handing him the bags and helping him to lift them, but clearly wary of getting too close to the griffin.
Goatie says 'Thank you' and gives a tip.
When everything is packed, Goatie gets onto Jednook and waving, rides away.
