( No worries I was ready to roll either way I didn't know if maybe u had passed some check with the GM that allowed u to see through my lies)

“Thank you for your generosity.” Kairon tells the dwarf. “We only do what others would, given the opportunity .” He unwraps the present while walking to the blacksmith’s. 

*doesn't really make any eye contact with kairon* "does your guys' blacksmith usually have decent supplies?"

He nod at Kairon and give a blue tube roll gift.... with gold inlay on the wrapping paper.... when you open it you get ....

“No clue. Depends on what was sold to him. He’s more of a ‘fix it’ guy than a ‘fabricate it’ guy.” Kairon says to the Colonel. 

Shiloh smiles and wipes at her eyes at Nirev's words. Of all those in Brine, the other half-elf could certainly relate to the emotional turmoil that Shiloh was feeling at the moment; for half of her life, the young half-drow had received many disdainful and withering glares in her direction, all simply based in fear and disdain of her father's blood running in her veins. Her light silver skin and elven ears didn't give her any means of hiding what she was from anyone she came across, either, meaning that there was no way for her to hide what she was in a crowd: a half-elf of drow descent.

At least, Shiloh reasoned, she had her mothers' black hair and human-like blue eyes as opposed to the usual whites and red orbs of the drow. For that, she was thankful.

In many ways, Shiloh at least could show with some grounding to the fearful and the ignorant that her blood didn't make her a monster; indeed, aside from that and the fear it stirred within her, Shiloh was very much otherwise a very normal 17-year-old young lady on the cusp of womanhood. All she wanted was to learn her mother's arts with the loom and the love of lady's fashions, honor the lady of the moon in Selune, read almost any book she'd come across and just... try and understand the strange, in-born source of her arcane powers that had manifested, and hopefully be able to develop it without hurting anyone.

"Thank you, Nirev," Shiloh smiles as she throws her arms around the other half-elf in a hug, wiping at her eyes; she was hoping that her makeup wasn't running, although it probably wouldn't be hard for him to tell that she had been crying. "You're... you're right. I'm sorry, I just... what he said was upsetting. Isn't everyone's life, elf or not or in-between, of equal value? I'm just grateful nothing too crazy happened last night, especially with little Milo in tow with us. I don't know if I could forgive myself if anything would have happened to him."

Nirev hugs Shiloh back and leads her back to their friends. "It's alright, I understand", he says. "And Miloh will be fine, he's very smart you know..."

As they get back, he says "So what now, should we do this gnoll thing? I wish we would..."

Baredark strolls up just as the group is dispersing; and starts following Kairon, wiping something dark against his leathers. "Did I miss something important?"

“Just working out a little drama. I think we’re good now. We’re heading to the blacksmith now.”

As you all went to the blacksmith Wilo..... you see him making a wagon with one of the village helping him..... pounding away working threw the day ..... 

"excuse me sir are u still open for sales" looks around as others begin to join us

Nirev looks hard at Kairon. "It's not drama. You wouldn't understand". Attempting to lighten the mood, he says "So what are we doing here in the blacksmith? Are we looking for something?"

turns to nirev* "take a free lesson, it never hurts to check with local merchants a good adventurer is always prepared" *waits patiently for the blacksmith's attention eyeballing his shop*

Wilo get up from what he's doing and Greet you with a push smile .... how can I help you .... I'm a local blacksmith.... I can fix all most any thing.... but don't get me wrong I'm no weapon Smith or armorsmith ... but I do have 2 to 3 things that people drop off I was going to melt down if I needed the metal..... let me see longsword......and........chainmail for a big human... blood still on it ....as he laughs....no extra charge.....and ....... 2 daggers..... one Javelin..... small fancy gauntlets for a halfling why would a small haftling want plate mail gauntlets.   But they are sure pretty...... 

Kairon picks up the long sword and checks it for balance. “Got anything one could use as a shield?”

eyeballs the daggers and thinks* "how much for the daggers?"

No sir .... I'm sorry I dont have a shield or able to make a shield for you ..... and the dagger ..... 1gold 5 silver..... each

there is no way they r worth more then one gold a peice is there?

intimidation:16

"How much for the sword?"

At the sudden mention of money and having a chance to calm down and wipe her tears, Shiloh feels a mental bell go of in her head.

"Oh, that's right!" Reaching down to her waist, she loosed the pouch of coin she'd been holding there; Baredark's share. She walked up to the young man, smiling at him as she handed him the small burlap coin pouch. "Here, Baredark. This is your share. 6 silver and 6 copper pence."