Wolf Oden Luka Frekad
12-27-13, 12:23 PM
I didn't even need to sniff the air to see fear from all the weaklings as they scattered at seeing my powerful werewolf form. Although I loved to see their reactions, the smelly market offended my nose. “Well, let's have some fun,” I thought to myself as I darted to one of the nearby weak looking humans and grabbed him in a firm grip.
“Hello good sir, would you mind telling me where a good blacksmith is?” I asked with a nice growl while enjoying the sight of the man wetting himself. “And you better tell the truth or your family and friends might be getting a visit from me.”
“I don't know the best, I just go to John Smith for my farming tools. I don't have money to spare for weapons,” the man replied in a whimper.
I leaned in to let my hot breath and razor sharp claws be noticable to the man. “Well, my 'good' friend, I think your child that ran off is not going to be seeing the beautiful sunset. What a pity that you didn't spend more time checking out other blacksmiths,” I replied with a grin.
“Wait! I heard that the blacksmith over by main street is really good and all the adventurers go there,” the man pleaded with a sob.
“Thank you for the information. I hope for your family's sake that your knowledge is correct,” I said while letting the man go. He collapsed into the pool of mud he had created as his shaking legs seemed to have lost their ability to hold their weight.
Walking to the store, I wondered if it would be worthwhile to see the man's family. While it would be entertaining for me, it would also cause problems with guards and the other law enforcers. Not to mention, it sounded like they were dirt poor and didn't really have much to offer. “Well, here is the store, let's see how this goes before deciding,” I thought to myself.
Tossing open the door, I grinned as I noticed only a pretty looking woman was watching the shop instead of a muscular blacksmith. Stepping up as intimidating as I could, I loudly announced my demand.
“Hello, could I get this iron sword upgraded. Steel at the very least although something stronger would be preferred. As for the cost, how much do you price your life at? The last merchant that said he would be killing his family at the 'low' price he offered, ended up doing exactly that,” I said with a laugh.
“Hello good sir, would you mind telling me where a good blacksmith is?” I asked with a nice growl while enjoying the sight of the man wetting himself. “And you better tell the truth or your family and friends might be getting a visit from me.”
“I don't know the best, I just go to John Smith for my farming tools. I don't have money to spare for weapons,” the man replied in a whimper.
I leaned in to let my hot breath and razor sharp claws be noticable to the man. “Well, my 'good' friend, I think your child that ran off is not going to be seeing the beautiful sunset. What a pity that you didn't spend more time checking out other blacksmiths,” I replied with a grin.
“Wait! I heard that the blacksmith over by main street is really good and all the adventurers go there,” the man pleaded with a sob.
“Thank you for the information. I hope for your family's sake that your knowledge is correct,” I said while letting the man go. He collapsed into the pool of mud he had created as his shaking legs seemed to have lost their ability to hold their weight.
Walking to the store, I wondered if it would be worthwhile to see the man's family. While it would be entertaining for me, it would also cause problems with guards and the other law enforcers. Not to mention, it sounded like they were dirt poor and didn't really have much to offer. “Well, here is the store, let's see how this goes before deciding,” I thought to myself.
Tossing open the door, I grinned as I noticed only a pretty looking woman was watching the shop instead of a muscular blacksmith. Stepping up as intimidating as I could, I loudly announced my demand.
“Hello, could I get this iron sword upgraded. Steel at the very least although something stronger would be preferred. As for the cost, how much do you price your life at? The last merchant that said he would be killing his family at the 'low' price he offered, ended up doing exactly that,” I said with a laugh.