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[Haspen]

@Fezz:

A trio of middle-aged men were feasting heavily but drinking little, so Fezz found a fountain of knowledge.

"And where you have been hiding, boy, that you did not hear the good news? The Red Castle of Kretos have fallen! Forces led by Count Garaz and Commander Oggal seized it! The cowardly Yonn has been slain and the Isle is going to be under Imperial banner in matter of days! The rebellion's spine has been broken!" The first man raised a mug of ale in toast, before his companion, with orange beard, waved.

"Hmph! I heard that Commander Oggal has secured Yonn's life as comfy prisoner in a remote castle, and that's why that Kretosian boy sold his men to the Empire. The Red Castle couldn't fall in any other way than by treachery of its lord."

"No, you got the messenger wrong. The third one spoke, smirking and showing his yellow teeth. "I heard that this Matilda girl have left Yonn who couldn't protect the Castle on his own, was slain, and the castle fell because Matilda let Imperial soldiers in. Clearly, the two were in love and she saw him with another woman, and that's why the Mireosian princess-"

"You are drunk already!" The first of the three spoke with a laughter in his voice. "I for one believe that the rebels have been crushed in a fight, and that's it. You guys just want to make a fairy tale of a military triumph." The third man shrugged.

"I will ask my sons when they return from Kretos! They will know for sure."

"To the death of the rebel scum! For the return of our children!" The three men now toasted amongst themselves.

@Aleciera Sheileo:

Both couples inadverently ended in the only weaponsmith that was open for business.

"Welcome. I have some iron weapons available."

Iron Sword: 400
Iron Dagger: 350
Iron Lance: 480
Iron Halberd: 550
Iron Axe: 480
Iron Mace: 440

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Hm. Kinda barebones. That's too bad." Sheila looked at her new husband. "You okay there? You seem kinda... I dunno."

[Swordstar]

Ciera looked over at Sheila and Leo, not sure if she should go talk to them or let them have some precious alone time. While looking at them, she smiled, and then looked up at Alec, blushed, and looked down at the ground.

[Blade Master Model 42]

Sheila looked over at Ciera, smiled, and when she was sure the men weren't looking, made an obscene gesture.

[Swordstar]

Ciera blushed even more and became very interested in inspecting her boots.

[CrimsonEon]

Alec, having looked away briefly, looked at Ciera, who was looking at the ground. He craned his arm around Ciera's shoulder to hug her, but shortly after his eyes clicked again as if he made another realization, and looked away.
: "..."
Managing to catch sight of Sheila and Leo, he quickly seemed to drop whatever train of thought he was on.
: "Hey, Sea-legs! Mop-top! Congratulations!"

[Blade Master Model 42]

Sheila waved to the performer. "Hey Alec! Thanks so much! We looked around for you before we started the ceremony, but no one knew where you were."

[Haspen]

Leosheila Cieralec:

The man scratched his cheek.

"So, you buying anything?"

[Blade Master Model 42]

Sheila turned to the shopkeeper. "Well, that kinda depends. Do you have anything more, uh, robust? Maybe any special stuff in the back?"

[CrimsonEon]

: "Er, sorry about that, was out doing some stuff. I wasn't exactly counting on you all doing the proceedings, y'know, out in the wilderness with little forewarning..."
: "Were you both that eager to be at each other or something?" Alec made a little chuckle to himself before noticing the shopkeeper inside the shop, being rather snippy.
: "Oh, sorry about that." Alec inclined his head at Sheila and Leo, "Newlyweds."

[Haspen]

Sheileo Cieralec:

"Theoretically this is all I have. Imperial edict have made me fulfill army quotas on steel weapons instead of selling them to travelers at my pricing." The man looked at the door for a moment.

"I do have a friend, and my friend has a friend, who has friends at local quatermaster's office, and those friends happen to be in charge of inventory books..." He paused to scratch his cheek.

"If someone gifted me, say, hundred coins or so, so I could buy my friends, let's say, a... beer... or few."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"That depends. Steel all you got?"

[Xanmyral]

Fezz thanked them for their time and went back off to look at the various shops of note.

[Haspen]

Alecleo Cierasheila:

"Aye. What's with shortages of Kretosian ore and weapons, merchants have been tasked with army weapons manufacturing."

Fezz:

Strangely, or maybe not so much, Fezz couldn't find a privately-owned bookshop or staff-maker. A church-owned manufacture was present, however, and the clerics in charge of magical craftsmanship welcomed him. Currently, two workshops were active:

Lightning: 250
Photon: 220
Shine: 400
Divine (1): 650
Flash: 350
Prelude: 375
Ray (1): 420
Leviathan (1): 650
Valaura (1): 1000

Heal: 550
Antidote (staff): 250
Mend (2): 1100
Recover (1): 2000
Restore (1): 1500
Sleep (1): 750
Poison (1): 600
Unlock (1): 750
Barrier (1): 1050
Sharpness (1): 1050

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Thanks, Alec. And I'm... quite well, Sheila. Just lost in thought. You know."

Leo grinned at his wife, then noticed the blushing Ciera. And then he realized there were people other than Sheila around who might actually have a shred of respect for him and he'd better act like he deserved it.

"Er, well, yes. Anyway. Good to see both of you."