Zerith
05-23-06, 08:48 PM
It was always nice to treat yourself every so often. Especially once you got paid after working. Yet somehow Zerith forgot to do such a thing and consequently, the weight of the coins he carried was getting heavier and heavier. It was tempting to have a constant reminder of the fact that you had gold to spend, but Zerith felt like there was nothing good to spend it on. That was of course, until now.
He had planned beforehand, marking today, as the day he would head to the bazaar and see if what he thought of was possible. He hurriedly entered the weapon shop, like a child rushing to the toy store. There he spent quite some time looking over the various weapons and pieces of armor. Had it really been that long since he’d been there? Almost everything he remembered seeing was gone, probably sold to previous customers to make room for the new stuff. Still, It was interesting to see the various sizes and designs of blades. Yet most of them just didn’t look like something the young halberdier would use.
Oh yeah, that’s what he came here for in the first place, his halberd. It was his trophy, a reminder of what felt like his only major accomplishment. Although he hadn’t had it for long, he was quickly growing used to wielding the weapon. So much in fact, that he preferred it to his sword. Still, it could be better in some ways.
Approaching the shopkeeper, Zerith placed his pole-arm on the counter and smiled. “I was wondering…” he began. “Just what the price would be to get the head of this halberd replaced with a stronger metal. Currently it is titanium, but I would like to know the prices for whatever metals are stronger. Once I get an idea on how much I that is I’ll consider if I still want the same design on the blade or if I want to pay extra for something different.”
He had planned beforehand, marking today, as the day he would head to the bazaar and see if what he thought of was possible. He hurriedly entered the weapon shop, like a child rushing to the toy store. There he spent quite some time looking over the various weapons and pieces of armor. Had it really been that long since he’d been there? Almost everything he remembered seeing was gone, probably sold to previous customers to make room for the new stuff. Still, It was interesting to see the various sizes and designs of blades. Yet most of them just didn’t look like something the young halberdier would use.
Oh yeah, that’s what he came here for in the first place, his halberd. It was his trophy, a reminder of what felt like his only major accomplishment. Although he hadn’t had it for long, he was quickly growing used to wielding the weapon. So much in fact, that he preferred it to his sword. Still, it could be better in some ways.
Approaching the shopkeeper, Zerith placed his pole-arm on the counter and smiled. “I was wondering…” he began. “Just what the price would be to get the head of this halberd replaced with a stronger metal. Currently it is titanium, but I would like to know the prices for whatever metals are stronger. Once I get an idea on how much I that is I’ll consider if I still want the same design on the blade or if I want to pay extra for something different.”