Sidhe
09-21-07, 06:19 PM
Thea jittered frantically under the collar of Sidhe’s shirt. The tiny spider could sense loud noises coming from all around them and she didn’t like it one bit. Chuckling at the squeamish behavior of such a feared creature, Sidhe cupped his keepsake from the Red Forest in his hands and placed her in the leather pouch that hung at his waist. It would muffle the noise and give her a dark place to feel safe in. Thea wasn’t usually uncomfortable traveling under Sidhe’s collar, in fact it was one of her favorite nooks, but they tended to avoid civilization. The sound of dozens of elves setting up shop and selling their wares under the morning Raiaeran sun was too much for the small arachnid.
“You’ll be fine there,” Sidhe cooed as he closed the pouch, reclaimed his staff from the ground and headed toward a chosen shop.
The wares hanging outside this merchant’s store bore signs of great attention to detail and love for the craft. Inside, the roof bore more of the same. There was wooden artistry of all kinds hanging from hooks in the ceiling. This elf had made swords that looked as lethal as their metal counterparts and shields so thick no arrow stood a chance of piercing them. There were bows taller than men and poles with chiseled lettering from base to lofty peak. It was meant to impress the shop’s patrons and did its job exceptionally well.
“I’m here to request your services,” he said to the artisan behind the counter. Placing his staff before them, he went on, “I’ve heard of your skill and would like to upgrade this to talymer or some other wood stronger than oak. Tell me, how much would you charge for this?”
Relevant info on staff in character profile.
“You’ll be fine there,” Sidhe cooed as he closed the pouch, reclaimed his staff from the ground and headed toward a chosen shop.
The wares hanging outside this merchant’s store bore signs of great attention to detail and love for the craft. Inside, the roof bore more of the same. There was wooden artistry of all kinds hanging from hooks in the ceiling. This elf had made swords that looked as lethal as their metal counterparts and shields so thick no arrow stood a chance of piercing them. There were bows taller than men and poles with chiseled lettering from base to lofty peak. It was meant to impress the shop’s patrons and did its job exceptionally well.
“I’m here to request your services,” he said to the artisan behind the counter. Placing his staff before them, he went on, “I’ve heard of your skill and would like to upgrade this to talymer or some other wood stronger than oak. Tell me, how much would you charge for this?”
Relevant info on staff in character profile.