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Kurth returns Halia's pointed look with an affronted. "I'll have you know that I take great pride in personal hygiene. And if you want me to conjure up some water to dump over your head just say the word."
Kurth harrumphs and takes charge through the city leading the band to find some weapons to protect themselves--using Tandor's directions. They soon arrive at a blacksmith with a very plain wooden sign, with an anvil, hammer and the name "Armand" in faded golden letters.
They walk inside and find a mountain of a man, with a thick red beard working on some sort of device.
"Mind your steps," he warns in a gruff voice. "This is a delicate machine. He makes a few final adjustments, takes a deep breath, and then puts away his project. He turns back to the others.
"Alright, what do you lot want?"
"Silver weapons, please. There is a werewolf on the loose and we need to destroy it"
"Well, you certainly know how to prevent word from getting out. Not necessarily a secret, but wouldn't do to propagate such rumors." Bolton grins, "Though, yes, we do need some gear to deal with a werewolf. It seems impervious to all but silver tipped equipment. If you have some time i would love to have a set of silver-worked arrows. Hell, maybe some cold-iron ones as well." He then proceeds to walk around the small storefront of the blacksmith's shop.
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Mutters something about how dwarves never bath, but keeps her mouth shut. When she gets into the weapons shop, her eyes go big and she grins ear to ear. I could get anything I wanted from this place! It's huge! So many choices... but really I only need one. After looking about, she spots it. It is a silver rapier, or at least she hopes it is. Fancy hand guard, a scabbard that is decorated in various fancy elven motifs, and weighed just right, at least to her. She would take it to the blacksmith and ask him, after he answers the others, " Is this silver? I will take it for 15 gold. What say you?"
Tandar snorts "if it is silver it is worth far more than that. About 105 GP"
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Glares at Tandar, speaking to him in a clearly annoyed tone
"আপনার মুখ বন্ধ করুন, আমাকে মূঢ় মানুষ থেকে একটি ভাল চুক্তি পেতে তারা করতে পারে না। আমি এই ব্লেড নিজেকে তৈরি সন্দেহ তিনি নিজেকে "
Shut your mouth, let me get a good deal from the stupid humans. Lest they could do. I doubt he made this blade himself
After a bit of huffing she stats tries again, pointing out " Since I doubt you made this sword, I will not give you full price. 55 gold. That seem fair?" She was clearly miffed at Tandar, but she wasn't going to pay full price if she didn't have to. That was pointless, at least to her viewpoint, and without any new money coming in, she was loathed to spend her last bits of gold.
Bolton takes care of his own order of arrows, getting five gold pieces ready for the transaction and scanning for other materials idly without any real mind to purchase much else for now.
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Glares are the men gathered, and doles out very stiffly the gold. She was unhappy about not being able to haggle the dwarf down, and shoots daggers at Tandar with her eyes, as if it was completely his fault. She had honestly planned on being back into the forest and possibly having fun with her kinsmen, but now here she was stuck in a human city, hunted by some human monster... If only the forest was this complex... I doubt any one would make it through a walk in the woods alive. Next think there will be hordes of undead from the frozen north. She then takes and hands over her old rapier, a battered and dull affair, one she truthfully had stolen from some fellow. However, when the old dwarf goes to take it, she sighs and puts her hand back over it saying, " Master Dwarf, I can not part with this one just yet. I however have no idea why I would keep this silver one, so I may resell it back to you at a later date. After it has slayed a monster." Would then leave the rest of the group to buy their items
"আপনি বাম মানে?" Tandar remarks. He then hands over the money (110 GP) "Do you have cold iron weapons by any chance?"
You mean the Dwarf?
; Exceptional yes
Armand nods stoically and then walks over to another cabinet. He opens it and shows them a cache of cold iron weapons and ammunition.
"Cold iron won't do squat to a werewolf," Armand says confidently. "Best stick to silver. But cold iron has its uses. And it's better to have it and not need it than the other way around."
Kurth hands Armand some gold in exchange for a silver light mace. He would have preferred something heavier, but silver was expensive, and he didn't feel comfortable spending so much money.
"I know. But to reiterate what you said: its better to be with it than without it, when you need it. I'll pose my question again; Do you have cold iron weapons?" tandar says
"More on to the note of werewolves... you seem somewhat knowledgeable about them. We got into a little trifle with one. If things had turned out different none of us may be here in fact!.. Any things we should know beyond the need for some silver?"
Tander walks over and looks through, not seeing his preferred blade at a glance, he asks the dwarf "do you have a curve blade?"
Armand gives them a grim look before continuing. "If you tusseled with a werewolf, I hope none of you were bit." When he sees the looks on their faces he sighs. "Damn. Look I'm not sure how to tell you this, but there's a good chance you might have been cursed with Lycanthropy. You have until the next full moon, which lucky for you is in a month, and then you'll know for sure.
"Those with the curse turn into werewloves at every full moon. You become a wild beast, incapable of control, that hungers for meat. And I mean any meat. Now that doesn't sound too bad, at first. Just lock yourself up once a month, right?
"Wrong. It's not just the full moon. Even a little pain can set it off. You can stump your toe and go on a murderous rampage. You can see a cleric to get the curse removed, but it doesn't always work. And it's going to cost you about 150 gold each time. And that's assuming the authorities just don't have you executed instead to preserve the peace."
Armand gets a look in his eyes and then says. "Of course, I know someone who could help you and be discrete about it. She won't want money though. She deals in favors."
He is a little scared of whoever he's talking about.
Kurth frowns. "This woman you mentioned. She clearly unnerves you. Why?"
Armand frowns and says, "She's a witch. And I mean that literally. She has weird magic. I needed a favor from her once, and her price was three horseshoes made of iron smelted from arrow heads. I don't know why she wanted that, and frankly I hope I never find out. But she was happy to get it. She may have helped me out, but I got the distinct impression she got the better part of the deal.
"But like I said, she's discrete."
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Places her hand delicately on Kurth's shoulders before stating " Kurth, perhaps the favor will be worth it. You did nearly lose a throat to the beast. I doubt not murdering innocent people. Even if they are humans." she then would relented and purchased the light made over the fancy rapier, since it did make better sense. Fancy or not, price was still an object. Maybe not one day...
"I am a servant of the Master of the First Vault, I am sure if we calmly explain the situation to the proper authorities, we'll be perfectly fine. Granted, 150 gold is a bit steep," he admits sheepishly.
Bolton grimaces, and looks at the bag he carries with him. His savings from selling his place back home went mostly into readying his equipment for adventure. He really didn't have enough himself either. "Steep, to be sure. Let's start by getting ourselves checked out at least? There's a chance none of the three of us bit contracted it..." He pauses, "Maybe."
”Better to be sure then to murder people in the dark every full moon.”
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Laughs softly, before stating " Is that not what most humans due?" Refering to the murdering someone every full moon, as if she still held some strange ideals about humans and how they interacted with each other She had seen some violent things with her old bandit gang. " As much as that is normal, I feel we should help each other out. Maybe you will return the favor one day." She brushes her skirts out, and makes towards the door. She suddenly turned, and stared at the men, before tapping her foot, clearly wishing for one of them to lead to the witch.
Tandar leads the way to the witch
Bolt wanted to retort at Halia's blatant comments about Humans, but wisdom told him it would be better to let it pass. He'd have to be ready to deal with anybody they met that didn't though. Instead, he follows out the shop after Tandar, beginning their way. The witch they were told about resides in one of the more shady side of town, though here in Valora even that is better off than most elsewhere in the world; particularly near the borders.
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