"I.... really appreciate your offer, again good sir! But I'm a mere songpeddler, and I don't even have that much gold," Lumen tells the dwarf, before directing the next sentence to his new friends. "And I wouldn't dream of borrowing the remainder from these fine people for a suit of armor. I prefer to keep my own ledgers. Thank you, all, very much. I'll have more next time!"
(OOC: Really, Lumen's good, and people should get what they want! Besides, he's eager for free magic shop rewards. :) )
"Oh.. Sorry Lumen. I wish I hadn't given away all my coin at service this morning" Krackle would add with a frown. "Otherwise I would buy us both matching armor! We would be like twins!" He would add looking up to the large bard. "I will try my best to keep you from dying when we fight the goblins... I mean.. you almost died fighting some rats last night... but I doubt the goblins will be as tough as that rat... it was a really big rat" The tiny kobld would add reassuringly... patting the half-orc on the leg. He would then look to the dwarf and let out a small sigh. "I am sorry that we wasted your time... I will leave you to keep working on your very nice weapons and armor." He would say motioning to the items on the wall and behind the counter. The sickly kobold would let out a small cough as he turns towards the exit. "Don't worry... we will be back with the coin you need after getting rid of those mean goblins that have been attacking people on the road." He would say with a small smile, looking back over his shoulder with his big kobold eyes. "Maybe once I get some nice armor... I will be able to make enougn coin to buy my parents a house... some day... "
Krackle will scramble over to Vesper and jump on to her leg, clinging tightly as he gives her a big hug. "Thank you Thank you thank you!! I will pay you back! Don't you worry. Especially when the luck lady pays me back!" He would say as he takes off his robe and then begins removing the leather armor. As the malnourished Kobold removes his clothes, everyone is able to see the battered and broken body that Chrys saw the night before. Ribs and revertible visible under a thin covering of brass colored scales. Many of the visible bones appear to have been broken at some point, only to heal incorrectly so that many of the bones that should be straight aren't. "here you go!" He would say holding the armor up with both hands and jumping to put it on the counter.
Lumen closes his eyes, sighs, and bows deeply to Vesper, trying to save the face he certainly thinks he's losing. "Thank you, my lady -- I will pay you back as soon as I am able."He doffs his own armor, revealing a fairly scarred, but not nearly as broken physique as Krackle. The bard's in good shape though. "Here is my armor, and all of my gold,"he says to the armorsmith, handing the equivalent of 26 gold pieces over. "I am now armor-rich, in debt, and have no money to buy food or anything else. However, this suit is very well made. Thank you all, again."He tries to make eye contact with everyone, his pride failing about halfway through.
Chrys laughs and affectionately punches Lumen in the shoulder, which is a good first test for the new armor. "Ya really gotta stop worryin' 'bout stuff like that. Yer a Pie Pal, we take care o' our own! An' I'm sure these goblins we're goin' after will be happy ta pay ya back for the trouble,"she grins. To Vesper, she gives a thumbs up. "Thank ya, sweetheart, that was real generous o' ya."
"Krackle," she adds, "Does that thing fit ya well? Now's the time ta ask for any adjustments if ya need 'em."
To Kess, she asks: "Ya want to try yer luck askin' bout a hand crossbow? Ye could get an idea o' the price o' one here, even if we couldn't afford it."
Gilthur helps fit a gnome-sized suit of armor onto Krackle's small frame. Pulling in straps, tightening buckles and adjusting the reinforced leather pieces so that they're properly aligned on his small body, he remarks, "My my... looks like you've had a hard life, small fella. I'd guess you've got a lot of gumption after all to be all chipper and helpful after what you've endured."
"I'd say yer lucky to be partnered up with a group like this... they seem to like ya, and I don't know many dwarves who'd take kindly to a kobold unless there was a reason. Whatever it is, you be careful out there. Lotta stuff in the wilds that could take down a little guy like you in one swipe.... or one bite. This armor'll only protect ya so much, so I hope you got some wits on ye, or some kinda other talents you ain't shown'. Most good adventurers do, and if you've made it this far in life, then maybe you got some, or else you get someone lookin down on ya with good favor."
He then helps Lumen with his own armor, taking the time to get it snuggly fit and adjusted so that it hangs loose enough to offer good mobility, yet tight enough to provide adequate protection, especially at the joints. With the time he spends, it's clear that the dwarf is a good craftsman and takes pride in his work. As he's finishing up with Lumen, he says, "Make sure you look after yer little friend... he's yer clan now."
When he's all finished, Master Gilthur accepts your payment of 70 gold coins and asks if you'll be needing anything else.
"Oh, that's quite alright, I much prefer the longbow, thank you," Kess nods to Chrys, finally speaking up and making herself known. Goodness, this bunch is a real ball of energy. All the energy of a rowdy bar crowd without the intoxication and the perverts attempting to grab me.
Carefully, gracefully, Kess strode around the shop, taking looks about the establishment. Thus far, nothing really jumped out at her that she really needed; she had her longbow and a set of arrows, and she'd acquired a coat of black studded leather that she occasionally wore over a dress in her ventures of tending bars, if mainly as a stylish cautionary protection.
Anyone thinking that the coat was merely to flatter her figure, however, had soon found out that was very far from the case. Kess had, on one occasion, broken the nose of a rather drunken and handsy patron with a forceful knee, much to the amusement of the man's howling friends and his humiliation upon waking and learning that some little elven girl had completely embarassed him in front of the entire establishment.
Even so, as she thought carefully, Kess approached Gilthur, offering him a winning smile.
"Excuse me, Mr. Gilthur?" She says, making a point to make eye contact with the dwarf as she spoke. "I know that armor is your typical specialty, but would you happen to have some whetstones on hand, and some weapons polish with a proper cloth? I want to be extra sure to take good care of these."
She make the point of patting the hilts of both sheathed scimitars.
"I certainly do. Wouldn't be a very good weaponsmith if I didn't. Here... take a few of 'em. One for each of you, I got plenty. And I got weapon kits for one silver coin each, includes a vial of light oil and a cloth. 'Course, the most important thing is to keep yer blade dry. Wipe it off after ye've been traveling in the rain and oil 'er up as needed. That'll protect the steel and keep the rust away."
"And if it were me, I'd wipe 'er down after each battle. Monster blood ain't the worst thing for a blade, but it ain't the best, and if ye get too much on there, it might dull the edge. Plus it don't look good. A good quality weapon is a thing of beauty, and ye should treat it like such. Let it shine. Let yer enemies get a good look at her. Some folk say a dirty blade shows experience. I say it just look sloppy. A well cared for blade says you care. Says yer' serious. And even if them goblins won't know the difference, you will."
Krackle would struggle to stay still as the dwarf fits him for his armor. "I have never had any kind of NEW clothes before! Especially nothing like this! Thanks again Vesper!" He would exclaim with a smile. Once the armor was fitted he would jump and bend and wiggle with a large smile on his face. "This feels great! Like a second set of scales!" he would announce before placing his old dirty robe back on overtop. When offered a free item for keeping his weapon nice, The kobold would happily accept and pull out what looked like an old kitchen knife. He would then quickly begin going to work on making the small kitchen utensil shine.
"I agree," Kess nodded. "Where I come from, those that don't take care of their tools tend to pay dearly for it. Especially by winter."
Looking over at Krackle, Kess couldn't help but feel a little sad. She had long been taught to regard kobolds as relative to pests, but this one was certainly different from his kin. And to see him working with a kitchen knife, of all things... One that, if the wear and tear was any indicator, would be hardly a threat to greenery, much less goblins or even a steak.
No... that wouldn't do.
"I'll take three of those weapon kits, if you'd be so kind, Mr. Gilthur," Kess began, walking deliberately and with purpose towards a weapon display as she spoke, and picked up what looked like a small but narrow, tapered blade; not quite small enough to be a knife, nor long enough to be considered a dagger. "And this Corwellian Dirk, if you'd be so kind. One of the kits and the dirk would be going to our small comrade here, please."
Lumen really appreciates, as well, the fitting. His previous armor was scavenged effectively into a working suit, but never fit properly. He'll have those calluses for a while, but the new suit fits like a second set of clothes. Fancy, too, which is weird. He looks positively dapper in it. The only thing, apart from his scars and his affect that shows his more primitive and brutal background, is his large, jagged, small-hilted, katana-like longsword.
"Feels nice, doesn't it, Krackle? I'm very happy for you. Also, your parents seem like the deserve a house."
When Kess gets her purchase for Krackle, he bows his head in a deep nod of respect.
If there is still waiting to be done, Lumen will try to retire to the corner and tune his lute a bit, playing some music he's found some dwarves tend to love. No words, just atmospheric strumming.
"It feels super nice Lumen!" The kobold would would reply, his face beaming. When Kess makes her request, Krackle would let out a small squeal. "Thank you Kess!" Krackle would say with a smile as he bounced over and gave her a tight sqeeze around her leg as well. When he is given the weapon and kit, he would immediately begin polishing the already pristine weapon. "This has been the best day! Don't worry! I will make sure I pay you all back!" He would say with a smile as he wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. "I think I am ready to go.. " He would say quietly as he tries to fight back tears.
"I ain't a real big fan o' usin' things with a blade... more o' a smash 'n bash girl, really,"Chrys says as she hands over a silver coin. "But keepin' my equipment rust-free is something my da drilled into me early on, so I'll take ya up on that offer." She carefully tucks away the oils and cloth into her pack. Then she scratches her chin."Say, Master Gilthur... ya wouldn't happen to know a good trustworthy outfitter here, would ya? I'd like to pick up a healin' kit an' a hooded lantern afore we set off... nothin' fancy, mind ya, but some good basic gear."
She pauses for a moment. "Say, how much are ya askin' for a basic set of smith's tools?"
Watching the others get outfitted properly, she nods in satisfaction. "Goblins can be mean little buggers... it don't hurt to go in prepared for the worst, even if it don't come to that. If there's anythin' else anyone's needin' to buy, now's the time to ask about it. Otherwise, it's been a real pleasure shoppin' here,"she adds, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of the smithy. "Are we all ready ta set off?"
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Lumen looks at the oils and cloth, then at his longsword, then back to the oils and cloth, then back to the marked up, jagged, pitted, still-dirty sword, which he slowly, bashfully begins to move behind his body. He looks off into a ceiling corner with studied nonchalance. (Sleight of hand: 22; Deception: 10)
(He's ready to move on to the magic shop, and then on the road.)
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Does Chrys ever notice Lumen's silent suffering? The eternal question:
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Chrys sees Lumen pacing at the edge of the shop oddly. Hmm, she thinks. Maybe I should tell him to lay off the bacon durin' breakfast, seems to be affectin' him bad today.
"Ok, that'll be two gold for the knife, and one silver each for the weapon kits. An' I don't sell smith's tools here, but Donnal might, he's across the way. Donnal's Provisions. That's where you'll get yer basic adventuring gear and tools."
"Pleasure doin' business with ye all. Them goblins won't know what hit em. Mind you, these suits ain't completely arrow proof, so watch yourselves out there."
Then, looking over at Chrys, he adds, "An' you keep an extra eye on that wee lad... I don't know if he knows what he's in for. Nice little bugger he is, but the world's a dangerous place and sounds like he's got a lot to learn yet."
Krackle would nod frantically and pat Lumen on the leg as if congratulating him on his deal.
"I.... really appreciate your offer, again good sir! But I'm a mere songpeddler, and I don't even have that much gold," Lumen tells the dwarf, before directing the next sentence to his new friends. "And I wouldn't dream of borrowing the remainder from these fine people for a suit of armor. I prefer to keep my own ledgers. Thank you, all, very much. I'll have more next time!"
(OOC: Really, Lumen's good, and people should get what they want! Besides, he's eager for free magic shop rewards. :) )
Vesper puts down the gold necessary to buy the armor.
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"Oh.. Sorry Lumen. I wish I hadn't given away all my coin at service this morning" Krackle would add with a frown. "Otherwise I would buy us both matching armor! We would be like twins!" He would add looking up to the large bard. "I will try my best to keep you from dying when we fight the goblins... I mean.. you almost died fighting some rats last night... but I doubt the goblins will be as tough as that rat... it was a really big rat" The tiny kobld would add reassuringly... patting the half-orc on the leg. He would then look to the dwarf and let out a small sigh. "I am sorry that we wasted your time... I will leave you to keep working on your very nice weapons and armor." He would say motioning to the items on the wall and behind the counter. The sickly kobold would let out a small cough as he turns towards the exit. "Don't worry... we will be back with the coin you need after getting rid of those mean goblins that have been attacking people on the road." He would say with a small smile, looking back over his shoulder with his big kobold eyes. "Maybe once I get some nice armor... I will be able to make enougn coin to buy my parents a house... some day... "
"Really, it's fine. I've got enough money to cover it."
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Krackle will scramble over to Vesper and jump on to her leg, clinging tightly as he gives her a big hug. "Thank you Thank you thank you!! I will pay you back! Don't you worry. Especially when the luck lady pays me back!" He would say as he takes off his robe and then begins removing the leather armor. As the malnourished Kobold removes his clothes, everyone is able to see the battered and broken body that Chrys saw the night before. Ribs and revertible visible under a thin covering of brass colored scales. Many of the visible bones appear to have been broken at some point, only to heal incorrectly so that many of the bones that should be straight aren't. "here you go!" He would say holding the armor up with both hands and jumping to put it on the counter.
Lumen closes his eyes, sighs, and bows deeply to Vesper, trying to save the face he certainly thinks he's losing. "Thank you, my lady -- I will pay you back as soon as I am able." He doffs his own armor, revealing a fairly scarred, but not nearly as broken physique as Krackle. The bard's in good shape though. "Here is my armor, and all of my gold," he says to the armorsmith, handing the equivalent of 26 gold pieces over. "I am now armor-rich, in debt, and have no money to buy food or anything else. However, this suit is very well made. Thank you all, again." He tries to make eye contact with everyone, his pride failing about halfway through.
Chrys laughs and affectionately punches Lumen in the shoulder, which is a good first test for the new armor. "Ya really gotta stop worryin' 'bout stuff like that. Yer a Pie Pal, we take care o' our own! An' I'm sure these goblins we're goin' after will be happy ta pay ya back for the trouble," she grins. To Vesper, she gives a thumbs up. "Thank ya, sweetheart, that was real generous o' ya."
"Krackle," she adds, "Does that thing fit ya well? Now's the time ta ask for any adjustments if ya need 'em."
To Kess, she asks: "Ya want to try yer luck askin' bout a hand crossbow? Ye could get an idea o' the price o' one here, even if we couldn't afford it."
Gilthur helps fit a gnome-sized suit of armor onto Krackle's small frame. Pulling in straps, tightening buckles and adjusting the reinforced leather pieces so that they're properly aligned on his small body, he remarks, "My my... looks like you've had a hard life, small fella. I'd guess you've got a lot of gumption after all to be all chipper and helpful after what you've endured."
"I'd say yer lucky to be partnered up with a group like this... they seem to like ya, and I don't know many dwarves who'd take kindly to a kobold unless there was a reason. Whatever it is, you be careful out there. Lotta stuff in the wilds that could take down a little guy like you in one swipe.... or one bite. This armor'll only protect ya so much, so I hope you got some wits on ye, or some kinda other talents you ain't shown'. Most good adventurers do, and if you've made it this far in life, then maybe you got some, or else you get someone lookin down on ya with good favor."
He then helps Lumen with his own armor, taking the time to get it snuggly fit and adjusted so that it hangs loose enough to offer good mobility, yet tight enough to provide adequate protection, especially at the joints. With the time he spends, it's clear that the dwarf is a good craftsman and takes pride in his work. As he's finishing up with Lumen, he says, "Make sure you look after yer little friend... he's yer clan now."
When he's all finished, Master Gilthur accepts your payment of 70 gold coins and asks if you'll be needing anything else.
"Oh, that's quite alright, I much prefer the longbow, thank you," Kess nods to Chrys, finally speaking up and making herself known. Goodness, this bunch is a real ball of energy. All the energy of a rowdy bar crowd without the intoxication and the perverts attempting to grab me.
Carefully, gracefully, Kess strode around the shop, taking looks about the establishment. Thus far, nothing really jumped out at her that she really needed; she had her longbow and a set of arrows, and she'd acquired a coat of black studded leather that she occasionally wore over a dress in her ventures of tending bars, if mainly as a stylish cautionary protection.
Anyone thinking that the coat was merely to flatter her figure, however, had soon found out that was very far from the case. Kess had, on one occasion, broken the nose of a rather drunken and handsy patron with a forceful knee, much to the amusement of the man's howling friends and his humiliation upon waking and learning that some little elven girl had completely embarassed him in front of the entire establishment.
Even so, as she thought carefully, Kess approached Gilthur, offering him a winning smile.
"Excuse me, Mr. Gilthur?" She says, making a point to make eye contact with the dwarf as she spoke. "I know that armor is your typical specialty, but would you happen to have some whetstones on hand, and some weapons polish with a proper cloth? I want to be extra sure to take good care of these."
She make the point of patting the hilts of both sheathed scimitars.
"I certainly do. Wouldn't be a very good weaponsmith if I didn't. Here... take a few of 'em. One for each of you, I got plenty. And I got weapon kits for one silver coin each, includes a vial of light oil and a cloth. 'Course, the most important thing is to keep yer blade dry. Wipe it off after ye've been traveling in the rain and oil 'er up as needed. That'll protect the steel and keep the rust away."
"And if it were me, I'd wipe 'er down after each battle. Monster blood ain't the worst thing for a blade, but it ain't the best, and if ye get too much on there, it might dull the edge. Plus it don't look good. A good quality weapon is a thing of beauty, and ye should treat it like such. Let it shine. Let yer enemies get a good look at her. Some folk say a dirty blade shows experience. I say it just look sloppy. A well cared for blade says you care. Says yer' serious. And even if them goblins won't know the difference, you will."
Krackle would struggle to stay still as the dwarf fits him for his armor. "I have never had any kind of NEW clothes before! Especially nothing like this! Thanks again Vesper!" He would exclaim with a smile. Once the armor was fitted he would jump and bend and wiggle with a large smile on his face. "This feels great! Like a second set of scales!" he would announce before placing his old dirty robe back on overtop. When offered a free item for keeping his weapon nice, The kobold would happily accept and pull out what looked like an old kitchen knife. He would then quickly begin going to work on making the small kitchen utensil shine.
"I agree," Kess nodded. "Where I come from, those that don't take care of their tools tend to pay dearly for it. Especially by winter."
Looking over at Krackle, Kess couldn't help but feel a little sad. She had long been taught to regard kobolds as relative to pests, but this one was certainly different from his kin. And to see him working with a kitchen knife, of all things... One that, if the wear and tear was any indicator, would be hardly a threat to greenery, much less goblins or even a steak.
No... that wouldn't do.
"I'll take three of those weapon kits, if you'd be so kind, Mr. Gilthur," Kess began, walking deliberately and with purpose towards a weapon display as she spoke, and picked up what looked like a small but narrow, tapered blade; not quite small enough to be a knife, nor long enough to be considered a dagger. "And this Corwellian Dirk, if you'd be so kind. One of the kits and the dirk would be going to our small comrade here, please."
Lumen really appreciates, as well, the fitting. His previous armor was scavenged effectively into a working suit, but never fit properly. He'll have those calluses for a while, but the new suit fits like a second set of clothes. Fancy, too, which is weird. He looks positively dapper in it. The only thing, apart from his scars and his affect that shows his more primitive and brutal background, is his large, jagged, small-hilted, katana-like longsword.
"Feels nice, doesn't it, Krackle? I'm very happy for you. Also, your parents seem like the deserve a house."
When Kess gets her purchase for Krackle, he bows his head in a deep nod of respect.
If there is still waiting to be done, Lumen will try to retire to the corner and tune his lute a bit, playing some music he's found some dwarves tend to love. No words, just atmospheric strumming.
"It feels super nice Lumen!" The kobold would would reply, his face beaming. When Kess makes her request, Krackle would let out a small squeal. "Thank you Kess!" Krackle would say with a smile as he bounced over and gave her a tight sqeeze around her leg as well. When he is given the weapon and kit, he would immediately begin polishing the already pristine weapon. "This has been the best day! Don't worry! I will make sure I pay you all back!" He would say with a smile as he wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. "I think I am ready to go.. " He would say quietly as he tries to fight back tears.
"I ain't a real big fan o' usin' things with a blade... more o' a smash 'n bash girl, really," Chrys says as she hands over a silver coin. "But keepin' my equipment rust-free is something my da drilled into me early on, so I'll take ya up on that offer." She carefully tucks away the oils and cloth into her pack. Then she scratches her chin. "Say, Master Gilthur... ya wouldn't happen to know a good trustworthy outfitter here, would ya? I'd like to pick up a healin' kit an' a hooded lantern afore we set off... nothin' fancy, mind ya, but some good basic gear."
She pauses for a moment. "Say, how much are ya askin' for a basic set of smith's tools?"
Watching the others get outfitted properly, she nods in satisfaction. "Goblins can be mean little buggers... it don't hurt to go in prepared for the worst, even if it don't come to that. If there's anythin' else anyone's needin' to buy, now's the time to ask about it. Otherwise, it's been a real pleasure shoppin' here," she adds, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of the smithy. "Are we all ready ta set off?"
Lumen looks at the oils and cloth, then at his longsword, then back to the oils and cloth, then back to the marked up, jagged, pitted, still-dirty sword, which he slowly, bashfully begins to move behind his body. He looks off into a ceiling corner with studied nonchalance. (Sleight of hand: 22; Deception: 10)
(He's ready to move on to the magic shop, and then on the road.)
"I'm ready to go."
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Does Chrys ever notice Lumen's silent suffering? The eternal question:
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Chrys sees Lumen pacing at the edge of the shop oddly. Hmm, she thinks. Maybe I should tell him to lay off the bacon durin' breakfast, seems to be affectin' him bad today.
"Ok, that'll be two gold for the knife, and one silver each for the weapon kits. An' I don't sell smith's tools here, but Donnal might, he's across the way. Donnal's Provisions. That's where you'll get yer basic adventuring gear and tools."
"Pleasure doin' business with ye all. Them goblins won't know what hit em. Mind you, these suits ain't completely arrow proof, so watch yourselves out there."
Then, looking over at Chrys, he adds, "An' you keep an extra eye on that wee lad... I don't know if he knows what he's in for. Nice little bugger he is, but the world's a dangerous place and sounds like he's got a lot to learn yet."