ThirdRider
07-10-11, 02:58 PM
Wyrmwood shut the door to the hunter's shop behind him, stepping out of the violent heat and sunlight and into the relative cool of the high-roofed stone building. It was almost empty inside; a few lightly-clad figures hung around the back and the sides, examining mounted heads or travel kits. It was the kind of place you went to, he'd been told, when you were serious about hunting with the best. He didn't just want a bow -- drawstring and bent wood and fretting over warping and water and god knew what else -- and if he wanted a sword, well, he would have gone to visit a...blacksmith or something.
He needed that special, oiled, mechanical power that came from a crossbow. Guns here were woefully under-developed and he hadn't the patience to deal with learning how to use what amounted to an inferior product. It would, he suspected, literally drive him to pull his hair out if he had to deal with powder packets.
Approaching the counter, he nodded to the red-haired young woman opposite him and spoke.
"Hey there. I'm looking for a crossbow and bolts -- high quality, for serious hunting and protection. Maybe Damascus for preference for the bow, but steel will do, and steel or better for the bolts, but I'm on a budget. What can you show me?"
He needed that special, oiled, mechanical power that came from a crossbow. Guns here were woefully under-developed and he hadn't the patience to deal with learning how to use what amounted to an inferior product. It would, he suspected, literally drive him to pull his hair out if he had to deal with powder packets.
Approaching the counter, he nodded to the red-haired young woman opposite him and spoke.
"Hey there. I'm looking for a crossbow and bolts -- high quality, for serious hunting and protection. Maybe Damascus for preference for the bow, but steel will do, and steel or better for the bolts, but I'm on a budget. What can you show me?"