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[Powder Miner]

:"Oh, well actually, I was looking to see if I could find one of you. I've never claimed any of the money, and I actually want to buy something."

[Haspen]

@Salvatore:

Salvatore ended in a tailor's shop. The elderly gentleman bowed at his entrance, as the wyvern rider was the only client at the moment, it seems.

[Xanmyral]

The wyvern rider paused for a moment, before bowing in return. Must be a Menealian thing, he supposes.

"Good day ta yah sir, Oi was hopin' tha' yah moight 'ave somethin' Oi was lookin' fer. Ah red cloak, 'er somethin' loike tha' would be good. Got ah bit o' travels 'head o' me, so somethin' sturdy would moighty appreciated yah?"

[Haspen]

@Salvatore:

"Sir, your accent is so thick it makes my ears bleed. You must be Berebian or some other northerner. But I heard the most important part, so." The tailor moved between the shelves and was back within a minute, carrying a long cloak from red wool, the edges were padded with extra thread.

"I also have crimson and brown-dyed cloaks if this one is too bright for your eyes. Thirty coins."

[Xanmyral]

"Eheh, yeah mah accent is ah bit much, ain' it?" The rider remarked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head while looking at the cloak. "Great work tha, but Oi was hopin' fer somethin' ah touch darker, crimson, yeah." The rider fished out the coins to pay the man with.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris put the Thundergun back with a sigh.

"I like the look of it, but I can't afford it. Have a good day, sir."

He left the shop and wandered about to see if any members of the party were doing anything interesting.

[Sirus]

Gregor simply waited by the wagon, watching the crowd go by. It wasn't terribly interesting, but in Fezzan there wasn't much to do other than shop and you needed gold to do that.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris walked up beside Gregor and leaned his back against the wagon.

"So, how are you finding the trip so far, Gregor?"

[Sirus]

Gregor pondered the question, then shrugged.

: "Haven't really thought about it, to be honest. I guess I'm glad that no-one seems to recognize us, or know/care about the bounty if they do. Until we arrive at Lord whatshisname's estate, the fewer problems we encounter the better.
What about yourself? Find anything interesting?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Well, there's a crossbow that shoots lightning. That's pretty interesting."

"We can't really afford it, though. Sin saol."

The assassin shrugged, his tone turning a bit more somber.

"I'm fairly anxious, myself. On the one hand, I really want to punch Prixima in the mouth for... for... everything, I guess."

"But on the other hand... I'm scared of her. She's even more heartless than I claimed to be, and I know how cruel she can be... and I don't even know how strong she is these days, but I know she's a very powerful mage. You saw that for yourself, during the Rosecross battle. Although, truthfully? I may be scared, but I'm damned determined to put her in the ground before the dust settles."

"I've got jitters for other, better reasons, too. More hopeful ones at least."

He wiggled his shoulders slightly, trying to get more comfortable against the hard wood of Anya's wagon.

[Sirus]

: "A crossbow that shoots what? Whoa."

He resisted the urge to run off and see it...somehow.

: "Anyway, I understand your fear of Prixima; I'm scared as well. She's incredibly powerful, and probably has some nasty tricks up her sleeve. She's a dangerous lunatic."

: "But honestly, I'm more angry. I've got a good reason for wanting to see her dead or defeated. Several, in fact." He turned away from the grim topic with a mental effort, turning his mind to happier thoughts as Chris mentioned jitters.

: "So, have you two planned the honeymoon yet?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris scratched his head.

"Nah, we haven't talked about it yet. I've got my focus on this first, but that doesn't mean I haven't given it some thought on my own time."

"Perhaps somewhere nice in the countryside. Or in the mountains during summer. I hear they're very pretty, that time of year. Or we could head to the coast and spend some time near the ocean. Or maybe just go from one to the other for a year. There's so many possibilities, and with Prixima feeding the worms we'd have a lot of time to explore them all."

Chris grinned to himself.

"What about you?"

[freeformschooler]

@Chris and Gregor

Just as Gregor was about to open his mouth about a Honeymoon or other, Charlotte materialized behind him like someone logging back into an MMO after disconnecting.

: "Gosh. It's like we can't stop fighting without you two sitting around talking about life or something. How's it going? Buy anything cool? I bought something cool."

Charlotte jiggled her body enough to make her two bows clink together behind her. They looked exactly like her old bows, just a lot less worn.

:  "Well, I think it's cool."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Sell Iron Sword and buy Francisca.

Once his transactions were complete, Valor left, and began making his way back to the wagon by the most circuitous path possible. He had already put on his new longcoat, his old jacket rolled up under one arm.

[Sirus]

Gregor thought for a moment.

: "Good question, actually. Of course, one needs to be getting mar--"

Cue the sudden reappearance of Charlotte.

: "Gah! Uh er, no nothing cool. Just some medicine."