MetalDrago
08-27-06, 06:36 PM
As MetalDrago again entered the Bazaar, he found himself in awe of the amount of people pouring in and out of the shops. His many visits here, his latest when he had bought the Flamingtongue longsword a few years ago. He entered the shop, wondering if the owner would remember him after these seven long years apart.
MetalDrago walked around, looking back and forth through the long rows of musical instruments, looking for one of the few items he treasured in the world. It didn't take too long for him to find it, and it was a beauty. It was an instrument that MetalDrago had training in playing. It was a simple mahogany harp. MetalDrago grabbed it reverently and walked up to the counter with it, his mind wondering only how much it would cost.
As he approached the counter, he said, "Hello, shopkeeper... Remember me?" It may have been awhile since MetalDrago had entered the store, but he was sure to be a nicely remembered face in these parts, as not many of his kind were seen anymore.
MetalDrago walked around, looking back and forth through the long rows of musical instruments, looking for one of the few items he treasured in the world. It didn't take too long for him to find it, and it was a beauty. It was an instrument that MetalDrago had training in playing. It was a simple mahogany harp. MetalDrago grabbed it reverently and walked up to the counter with it, his mind wondering only how much it would cost.
As he approached the counter, he said, "Hello, shopkeeper... Remember me?" It may have been awhile since MetalDrago had entered the store, but he was sure to be a nicely remembered face in these parts, as not many of his kind were seen anymore.