Bullet Witch
10-08-07, 08:27 PM
Leigh Tyrfing had only been on this place called Althanas for a month or so, and already she was becoming accustomed to the different varieties of people and beings that seemed to inhabit this place. The amount of monsters and demons alarmed her, and she had half already had Heresy in her hands before realizing that they weren't the type that she was used to battling. Still, this unnerved her, and she didn't feel comfortable with just her crossbow around such dangerous beings.
Which is why she was here, at the Ba-czar, or whatever it was called. She stepped swiftly through the numerous number of people with her slim body, and earned many a look as she forcefully pushed passed quite a number of them. Quite frankly, she did not feel comfortable around so many strangers, as wished to be out of here a.s.a.p.
She looked around for a while until she found a tent selling weapons and armor. It was a nice, small and simple tent, and the Witch immediately felt at home. The owner of the tent, it seemed, was a kindly old woman with a few wrinkles on her face and scars on her arms, suggesting she led a life of violence before settling down as the owner of this establishment.
Leigh took a look around the store before settling on a couple of items. One was a plain steel katana with a black handle and lamenated wooden sheath, and it had no hilt guard to speak of. The other was a pair of vambraces, also looking to be steel, that were slim and feminine, perfect for her wrists.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but could you tell me how much that steel katana and those pair of vambraces are?" Leigh said as politely as possible. The old woman seemed nice just from appearences, and there was no need to be rude to her.
Which is why she was here, at the Ba-czar, or whatever it was called. She stepped swiftly through the numerous number of people with her slim body, and earned many a look as she forcefully pushed passed quite a number of them. Quite frankly, she did not feel comfortable around so many strangers, as wished to be out of here a.s.a.p.
She looked around for a while until she found a tent selling weapons and armor. It was a nice, small and simple tent, and the Witch immediately felt at home. The owner of the tent, it seemed, was a kindly old woman with a few wrinkles on her face and scars on her arms, suggesting she led a life of violence before settling down as the owner of this establishment.
Leigh took a look around the store before settling on a couple of items. One was a plain steel katana with a black handle and lamenated wooden sheath, and it had no hilt guard to speak of. The other was a pair of vambraces, also looking to be steel, that were slim and feminine, perfect for her wrists.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but could you tell me how much that steel katana and those pair of vambraces are?" Leigh said as politely as possible. The old woman seemed nice just from appearences, and there was no need to be rude to her.