"Ah, thank you." Daeron says as he walks up to it and tries to put it on. He clearly has a hard time with the heavy armor and once he does get it on, it's very clear that he would not at all be able to move around in it very well. Well, I know that I wasn't a soldier before this. Or a weightlifter. He takes it off with assistance from Savan and Panavor. "It's way too heavy for me. Maybe one of you could wear it?"

Fang grasps the armor, holding it with relative ease and inspects it. Somewhat fascinated by the shininess of this object, he's also confused, "How does something with so many holes in it protect you?" He puts the armor down, not really feeling it and inspects the other items in the store.

He starts to mindlessly wander the store, looking at the many items within, his tail swinging from side to side as he walks.

(OoC: I don't suppose there's a quarterstaff here?)

After helping Daeron with armor Panavor tries to wear it. "Doesn't feel unconfortable to me." "It will protect you more then the clothes you wearing." he says at Fang. He takes it back off and give it to Savan. "Wanna try it?"

(Fang) No, you only see metal weapons.

(OoC: any metal staffs? Lol)

Fang, upon reaching the polearm, shaft & great weapons, he feels some faint pull towards them. However, upon noticing their size, his eyes go big and sparkly (yes, like an anime character XD). "GUYS! These things are almost as big as me!" 

"I'm sure that they are. He's not going to give you those for free, though. We had to work for the things that he gave us."

"I'm glad to consider you my friends, and I think it fits you rather well Panavor, you should keep it." The elf strolls through what little of a shop it is eyeing the weaponry the dwarf has while arguing with himself about needing to actually hit those snaggletooth buggers before deserving any sort of protection against them. He waits around to see if the group plans on trying to get any sort of work or if we're headed out for something else.

(At the temple)
"Greetings priest, Esfira here and the Guardian have told me to seek you out. My name is Baxthon, and like Esfira, i too awoke from the beach with no memory. I was hoping we could have a chat in a lesser crowded area?"

 
(Esfira is welcome for this conversation, but Baxthon does sound a bit secretive, as he understands that what he is about to share is probably not something everybody should hear.)

"Well now that we have the armor settled, we just have to wait for Esfira and Baxthon to get back here and decide on whether we want to kill Goblins for more money."

Esfira had left the dwarf alone with the priest, not wishing to invade on privacy. Instead she took in the temple architecture and enjoyed the serene peace of it. Every now and again she looked over to see the general mood of the topic from their face but didn't pry. If Baxthon ever glanced over, the drow simply gave an encouraging smile and nod.

When Bax is done, she slides herself over to him with a hopeful grin. "How did it go? I haven't learned thr name of my god just yet, but being here settles the soul, does it not?"

The conversation between the dwarf and the priest starts of with them both being very optimistic. Then the priest starts to look somber. Then there is a cheerful mood again before the dwarf starts to look like he could not care less.

After the conversation Baxthon greets Esfira with a smile, trying to look cheerful. "My soul..? Havent thought about that at all."

He looks down at his hands with a curious look. "What is a soul? Is it magic?.." he scratches his right arm, and look at Esfira with a smile. "To be honest. I think my path lies elsewere. I dont like the idea to pray for help every time i need it. Just doesnt feel right to me."

He pads Esfira on the shoulder. "Im sure our gods will reveal themselves in time." Trying to comfort esfira as best he can.

Grateful for the comfort, Esfira had decided that Bax was a good soul and a welcome perspective. She offered her arm, more of a muscle memory than an actual expectancy for him to actually walk with her with arms linked, then thought better of it and began walking beside the dwarf out of the temple.

But he did bring up an point that Esfira found interesting.

"We do say 'soul' a lot don't we," Esfira said as she squinted against the sunlight, "without really knowing what a 'soul' really is. I wonder if the me of two days ago knew this philosophical question you pose, or wondered like I do now how it could garner a god's attention while being something small and insignificant. But I guess that is a topic for another day, I apologize that the temple held no answers for you." The drow looked upset about the fact. She had been so sure that this would reveal something and got their hopes up. "But we shall not lose hope. Perhaps another outing, with no undead this time, could help the both of us."

As we are walking to meet the other guys at the blacksmith, Baxthon will use the oppotunity to get comfortable with Esfira. They did both have some connection to the gods, and there may be more waiting for them down the road. Maybe they could even become friends? Esfira did not seem the type Baxthon would normally seek out, but she is interesting, and a good soul.

Baxthon will point out his depth to the Blacksmith to her: "He gave me this sword, but in return i need to get metal scraps from the Goblins. I hope your friends could help me settle this."

Baxthon and Esfira, roll perception.

Perception: 12

Nothing interesting happens as you make your way towards the blacksmith, or at least, you don't SEE anything interesting happen as you make your way to the blacksmith. 

Fang is inside the blacksmith shop, still admiring all the shiny new "toys" that he has discovered, having tried a few out, he seems to like the shaft weapons a lot, but still doesn't like them enough to commit to any of them.

at this point he spots Esfira and bax returning and he excitedly beams at them, "Ah! Welcome back! You guys get anything cool?"

"Well it wasnt as fruitful as i had hoped, and even though the path before me is a blur i feel im in the right direction. What are we up to, today?"

Baxthon looks calm as he states this. He may be more lost than ever, but these people seem to give direction to his confusing puzzle, putting him at ease.