Caellach
11-12-10, 09:14 PM
Having lived in a small village most of his life, Caellach was surprised to find so many people crowding the streets of cities. He was therefore amazed at the number of people cramped into the busy marketplace he was standing in. It seemed impossible to take a step – or even to stand still – and not accidentally bump into another shopper. Hawkers cried their wares, and there were so many stores that there was barely enough room to move between them. All manner of weapons, armors, and items were available. Half of what the swordsman saw did not seem to even have a purpose, yet still shoppers stood outside the stand outbidding each other, seemingly just so one person could say they owned an item someone else did not!
Caellach’s coin purse was not quite as heavy as he might have liked, but he hoped it would suit his purpose. His current order of business was to replace the ragged cotton tunic he currently owned. It was difficult to be respected as an adversary in combat if you wore a shirt with a rather large hole in the side. Luckily, his wolf’s pelt cloak covered most of the hole, but he still thought it necessary to replace the brown shirt.
The swordsman didn’t think he had enough gold for both a shirt and a good piece of armor, so he had decided to compromise and look for vlince instead. Hopefully it would provide a little extra protection in the mean time, and perhaps he’d return later for stronger armor when his pockets were heavier. Having grown up with two weavers in his family, his sister and mother, he was not completely ignorant when it came to clothes. He had already passed by a few stands that appeared to be offering only low quality garments. However, when he was reaching the edges of the marketplace and starting to lose hope, he saw a small sign in front of an alley with an elegantly carved needle and spool of thread.
Turning into the cramped alley he was relieved to find that he had left the majority of shoppers behind; either only a few people had seen the sign, or only a few people had known enough to not buy the badly woven clothes in the more obvious stores. He had to duck to pass through a low doorway, and found the shop keeper ready and waiting. The swordsman briefly glanced at the few fabrics on display, and grinned with satisfaction at the quality of the cloth. As there was no one else waiting in line, Caellach stepped up and voiced his request.
“Hello there. Your fabrics look much better than the rabble I saw outside, I’m glad I found this place,” he said, pausing to gesture at the rack of different clothes and garments to his right. “I’m looking to have a new tunic crafted as my current one is rather old, as you can no doubt tell. I’d like it to be sewn from vlince, and be the best quality you can manage – masterwork if possible. It should hang a few inches below my waist, and have long sleeves out to my wrists. Tight enough to be easily worn underneath armor, but just loose enough to allow easy movement. As for colors… a dark crimson, almost a maroon would be nice. About how long and how much gold do you think it would take to make a tunic of those specifications?”
Caellach’s coin purse was not quite as heavy as he might have liked, but he hoped it would suit his purpose. His current order of business was to replace the ragged cotton tunic he currently owned. It was difficult to be respected as an adversary in combat if you wore a shirt with a rather large hole in the side. Luckily, his wolf’s pelt cloak covered most of the hole, but he still thought it necessary to replace the brown shirt.
The swordsman didn’t think he had enough gold for both a shirt and a good piece of armor, so he had decided to compromise and look for vlince instead. Hopefully it would provide a little extra protection in the mean time, and perhaps he’d return later for stronger armor when his pockets were heavier. Having grown up with two weavers in his family, his sister and mother, he was not completely ignorant when it came to clothes. He had already passed by a few stands that appeared to be offering only low quality garments. However, when he was reaching the edges of the marketplace and starting to lose hope, he saw a small sign in front of an alley with an elegantly carved needle and spool of thread.
Turning into the cramped alley he was relieved to find that he had left the majority of shoppers behind; either only a few people had seen the sign, or only a few people had known enough to not buy the badly woven clothes in the more obvious stores. He had to duck to pass through a low doorway, and found the shop keeper ready and waiting. The swordsman briefly glanced at the few fabrics on display, and grinned with satisfaction at the quality of the cloth. As there was no one else waiting in line, Caellach stepped up and voiced his request.
“Hello there. Your fabrics look much better than the rabble I saw outside, I’m glad I found this place,” he said, pausing to gesture at the rack of different clothes and garments to his right. “I’m looking to have a new tunic crafted as my current one is rather old, as you can no doubt tell. I’d like it to be sewn from vlince, and be the best quality you can manage – masterwork if possible. It should hang a few inches below my waist, and have long sleeves out to my wrists. Tight enough to be easily worn underneath armor, but just loose enough to allow easy movement. As for colors… a dark crimson, almost a maroon would be nice. About how long and how much gold do you think it would take to make a tunic of those specifications?”