"I think we got that." The shopkeeper shouts towards the back room: "Hey, Anders! When you finish with that, grab a yew longbow and a scored and five arrows!"
"Got it, Mirche!" Anders shouts back.
"Has he finished honing that dagger? I have no time to waste standing around!" said Llewnar impatiently. The goblin nodded in agreement and tugged at Llewnar's tunic, pointing again at the door.
"You about done in there?" Mirche asks to the back room.
"Yeah, one minute," Anders replies. A few seconds later, he comes out, carrying the dagger and the requested items.
Mirche tells Llewnar his total cost. It sounds reasonable.
OOC: Would you like me to try to describe the town as you walk through it?
OOC: Sure! that would be helpful.
OOC: Cool. Now I just have to make something up about what the town looks like.
IC: The town is still rather quiet as Tasha begins her walk, and a crisp breeze stirs the air. The street she is on, the main thoroughfare, is lined mostly with shops of all varieties, many of which appear to have been converted from houses as the town grew. Narrower, winding avenues lead toward smaller shops, residential districts, and less savory locations. Eventually, she reaches the town square, a large, open, circular area roughly in the center of the village. To the right of her path, facing into the square, is a tall, elegant house, rather nicer than most of the other buildings in town. To her left, opposite the tall house, is a wide, squat building comprised of severe angles and jutting edges. It, too, is in quite good shape.
OOC: Cool. Now I just have to make something up about what the town looks like.
IC: The town is still rather quiet as Tasha begins her walk, and a crisp breeze stirs the air. The street she is on, the main thoroughfare, is lined mostly with shops of all varieties, many of which appear to have been converted from houses as the town grew. Narrower, winding avenues lead toward smaller shops, residential districts, and less savory locations. Eventually, she reaches the town square, a large, open, circular area roughly in the center of the village. To the right of her path, facing into the square, is a tall, elegant house, rather nicer than most of the other buildings in town. To her left, opposite the tall house, is a wide, squat building comprised of severe angles and jutting edges. It, too, is in quite good shape.
OOC: Cool. Now I just have to make something up about what the town looks like.
IC: The town is still rather quiet as Tasha begins her walk, and a crisp breeze stirs the air. The street she is on, the main thoroughfare, is lined mostly with shops of all varieties, many of which appear to have been converted from houses as the town grew. Narrower, winding avenues lead toward smaller shops, residential districts, and less savory locations. Eventually, she reaches the town square, a large, open, circular area roughly in the center of the village. To the right of her path, facing into the square, is a tall, elegant house, rather nicer than most of the other buildings in town. To her left, opposite the tall house, is a wide, squat building comprised of severe angles and jutting edges. It, too, is in quite good shape.
OOC: You did a good job.
IC: *Tasha turns back to go to the Inn.*
OOC: Thanks. Just so you know, it's only been about ten to fifteen minutes.
"Has he finished honing that dagger? I have no time to waste standing around!" said Llewnar impatiently. The goblin nodded in agreement and tugged at Llewnar's tunic, pointing again at the door.
"You about done in there?" Mirche asks to the back room.
"Yeah, one minute," Anders replies. A few seconds later, he comes out, carrying the dagger and the requested items.
Mirche tells Llewnar his total cost. It sounds reasonable.
Llewnar takes the bundle of weapons and passes the bow and arrows to Gruntil. He then slides his thumb across the blade of the dagger to check if it's sharp enough. "Aghhh! My finger; it is sharp indeed." He puts the dagger into his belt and then takes up the bow as if to fire.
"You about done in there?" Mirche asks to the back room.
"Yeah, one minute," Anders replies. A few seconds later, he comes out, carrying the dagger and the requested items.
Mirche tells Llewnar his total cost. It sounds reasonable.
Llewnar takes the bundle of weapons and passes the bow and arrows to Gruntil. He then slides his thumb across the blade of the dagger to check if it's sharp enough. "Aghhh! My finger; it is sharp indeed." He puts the dagger into his belt and then takes up the bow as if to fire.
TWANG!!!
"Hmmm, I'll have to make a few alterations.''
"Suit yourself," says Mirche. "Now, if you're in a hurry, you'd best pay and be going."
OOC: Thanks. Just so you know, it's only been about ten to fifteen minutes.
OOC: Ya, I can just loiter there right?
OOC: Sure. My plan is to have the hour pass once Archs gets to wherever he's going next.
IC: While Tasha waits, people pass through the square, leaving and entering both large buildings, coming and going through the main street, and splitting off to and from the smaller side streets.
OOC: Sure. My plan is to have the hour pass once Archs gets to wherever he's going next.
IC: While Tasha waits, people pass through the square, leaving and entering both large buildings, coming and going through the main street, and splitting off to and from the smaller side streets.
OOC: Sounds good.
IC: *Turns from window looking for Daw, or the girl.*
OOC: Sure. My plan is to have the hour pass once Archs gets to wherever he's going next.
IC: While Tasha waits, people pass through the square, leaving and entering both large buildings, coming and going through the main street, and splitting off to and from the smaller side streets.
OOC: Sounds good.
IC: *Turns from window looking for Daw, or the girl.*
Llewnar takes the bundle of weapons and passes the bow and arrows to Gruntil. He then slides his thumb across the blade of the dagger to check if it's sharp enough. "Aghhh! My finger; it is sharp indeed." He puts the dagger into his belt and then takes up the bow as if to fire.
TWANG!!!
"Hmmm, I'll have to make a few alterations.''
"Suit yourself," says Mirche. "Now, if you're in a hurry, you'd best pay and be going."
Llewnar dropped his sleeve, intending for money to roll out. But to his horror not a penny came out. He then began shaking his sleeve vigorously. He pointed a finger at Anders. "You. Did you nick my money?" The goblin stuffed something into it's jerkin.
