Andy Rorton
01-19-15, 04:46 PM
He walked through the shop, a toothpick in his mouth as he eyed the various enchanted merchandise. The counter hosted a guy damn near asleep upon his own arm. Rorton approached the counter and slammed his fist down, jarring the merchant awake and causing slobber to fly in every which direction.
"Listen here," Rorton spoke as he moved the toothpick along his mouth, "I need a pair of cowboy boots, but I need them to turn become hard as steel when they hit a certain velocity, like if someone were attempting a low kick to the groin. How much would I be looking at for something like that?"
"Listen here," Rorton spoke as he moved the toothpick along his mouth, "I need a pair of cowboy boots, but I need them to turn become hard as steel when they hit a certain velocity, like if someone were attempting a low kick to the groin. How much would I be looking at for something like that?"