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[SeriousConcentrate]

"Well, that's a shame."

"Maybe you can earn us some coin, Ami, putting those healing talents of yours to use. As for me..."

Chris slid off of the horse.

"I'm going to enjoy the rain."

[CrimsonEon]

: "Plague, this close to Kesselring? Damn it, I've half a mind to go back and warn the garrison."

Olison's teeth gritted for a moment, but then fell back to his normal glare.

: "But my orders still stand. Perhaps I can get a courier here to warn them..."

[Furtuka]

"Plague huh. I suppose it would be too much of a risk to send in Ami to check on things. Shall we go visit the tent?"

[Taricus]

: "The risk is not too great if she's getting paid for it. But yes, let's go see what the merchants have to offer."

[Haspen]

The moment in which Adrien got to the tent and brushed away the cloth, a black dog appeared in front of him and began barking awfully loud. It was baring it's teeth, his ears low. Few seconds later there was a whistle and the dog ran into the tent.

A short, pudgy man in leather pants and red tunic stepped out, a small lamp in his hand, giving off some light. He squinted his eyes.

"Wuzzat? Watcha want, kiddo?"

[Taricus]

: "You the weapons merchant?"

[Haspen]

The guy picked his nose, grumbled something so quiet that Adrien couldn't hear, and then licked his lips.

"Ahhh, a customer. I thought I won't profit today, what with that damned closure... Axes, spears, daggers, javelins... Wassit you seek, hmm? Come in, don't get all wet."

[Taricus]

Adrien pushed the fabric of the tent's entrance aside as he walked into the tent.

: "Mind showing me the goods then please?"

[Haspen]

"Why, yes, sure." He turned around and moved toward a pile of crate tucked in the other side of the tent. The dog was sitting near the lamp, his ears up, his eyes stuck at Adrien's frame.

The fat merchant grabbed one of the crate and pulled it away, and then another, and opened both. Iron blades, steel swords, axes made from iron as black as coal.

"Feel free to browse the wares, friend, while I scribble the prices for ya."He then reached behind the pile, pulling away large block of slightly charred wood, and fished out a piece of chalk from his pocket. He then began scribbling words and prices on the wood.

"There ya go." The merchant grinned widely and gave Adrien the wooden plank.

-PRICES-
Iron Axe: 350 gold
Iron Dagger: 400 gold
Iron Javelin: 300 gold
Steel Sword: 600 gold
Hand Axe: 350 gold
Iron Lance: 400 gold
Steel Lance: 500 gold
Iron Club: 350 gold
Steel Axe: 450 gold
Iron Blade: 500 gold

[scapheap]

Ami peeked over Adrien's shoulder
:"Let see, club for me and what?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris glanced over to Olison.

"That's probably not a bad idea. I'm sure you can find some layabout around here who would deliver a message for a gold or two."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison squinted through the rain to assess the other tents.

: "Then there's the risk that the courier himself may carry it."

: "But it's far more risky to leave Kesselring uninformed. I'll be right back."

Olison leaves to find a courier to send back.

[Taricus]

Adrien popped his head outside the tent after seeing the prices, the plank still in his hand

: "Okay, who needed a new weapon?"

[freeformschooler]

: "They don't seem to have bows for sell out here. Hey, Daniel. Do you have a moment to talk in private?"

Charlotte gestured to Daniel. Chris made her uncomfortable or she would have asked him.

[Haspen]

Unfortunately for Olison, there was no one interested in becoming a courier for a piece of gold.

Which Olison' didn't even had, considering the box was in Adrien's ownership...