Trepanation
08-06-08, 02:06 PM
Riful's small feet padded softly along the bazaar's cobblestones as she reached a hand up to scratch at her brow. The child was scowling; this was her first trip to the bazaar; in life as Alphonse, there had never really been a need to venture past Salvar's borders.
Two shops she'd been in earlier in her trip had ejected her quickly when she'd baldly stated her business. The small body was turning out to be rather troublesome. No one seemed to take her seriously anymore; taking care of today's work was going to require a bit of cunning.
Riful ducked into another armory - like before, without bothering to notice its name - and strode quickly to the counter.
"I need to pick some things up for my father," she stated clearly, pulling her leather coin purse out of a coat pocket and dumping it unceremoniously onto the counter before she begin to dig through the pocket again, tugging out a mess of paper scraps. She shuffled through them quickly, and continued.
"Father's out on an assignment, and mother's sick, so I was trusted with the errand." She paused and looked up from the scraps giving the merchant a grin.
"I need a pair of small steel katars. Father wants one or both to have a lever on their handles that can deploy two smaller blades from the main body. You know," She held a hand up, with her index, middle and ring splayed wide in a forking pattern. "If that's not possible, then he just wants a pair of three bladed katar. If you can wrap them up so I can carry them home safely, I'd really like that."
Two shops she'd been in earlier in her trip had ejected her quickly when she'd baldly stated her business. The small body was turning out to be rather troublesome. No one seemed to take her seriously anymore; taking care of today's work was going to require a bit of cunning.
Riful ducked into another armory - like before, without bothering to notice its name - and strode quickly to the counter.
"I need to pick some things up for my father," she stated clearly, pulling her leather coin purse out of a coat pocket and dumping it unceremoniously onto the counter before she begin to dig through the pocket again, tugging out a mess of paper scraps. She shuffled through them quickly, and continued.
"Father's out on an assignment, and mother's sick, so I was trusted with the errand." She paused and looked up from the scraps giving the merchant a grin.
"I need a pair of small steel katars. Father wants one or both to have a lever on their handles that can deploy two smaller blades from the main body. You know," She held a hand up, with her index, middle and ring splayed wide in a forking pattern. "If that's not possible, then he just wants a pair of three bladed katar. If you can wrap them up so I can carry them home safely, I'd really like that."