The group parts ways for a while. Ryxa goes to the artisans, their workshops laid open to see from the corridor. Their wares range from simple scrolls to fine blades and armour, socketed with jewels and runes. One seems to hold particular promise - a tailor - and she looks up as Ryxa approaches, smiling broadly. This particular dwarf has few items on display, but those that are are functional pieces, robes and light armours stitched with fine runes, whilst not limiting the use of the gear. She speaks.
‘Leather armour, yes? The items here are for display. I merely embellish what I am brought. I could do you a few runes on that. For fifty gold I can make it quite a lot sturdier. You won’t find a cheaper deal around here. The others try to pretend they’re doing more than sewing patterns in, but still. deal?’
Clair, Selina, and Kyle instead head to the smiths after a brief pause to ask about the alchemist. A nearby dwarf informs you that he recently upped shop and moved to the central city, from which you came, due to an offer from its queen. Dismayed, you pass by his empty shop, and on to the storefronts. The cheapest stall you can find that sells good quality arms is owned by the dwarf from the inn, who grins when she sees you.
‘Good day, ladies. What can i do for you? We have weapons here of all kinds.’
You give your requests, and she replies.
‘A two handed sword? That’ll be 50 gold. I could do you a bastard sword instead for the same if you want.
A short sword would be thirty, and forty for a longsword. All my goods are of the highest quality. they have to be at a dwarven market to even get a look in.’
She grins at you.
Kyle, meanwhile, sits outside the carved stone hut, watching the lights of the passerbys surge as he lifts his arms to wave at them. No one waves back.
Rylath is conspicuously absent.
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