"Aye, I have yer arrers. I can't spare many more, though. I am supposed to have 1,000 made by tomorrow and I am still behind."
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Thair listens to Arin but you can tell he's not buying it. In the court of Thair opinion Ninaren was guilty as soon as you made the connection between her, the dead mage, and the 'arrers.' Thair snorts derisively, "We'll see who's guilty of what. I'll keep my trap shut on yer account Arin, but if that uptight bint is usin my arrers to commit crimes she's gonna meet my equalizer" he jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the massive warhammer hanging from a nail near the door into the shop.
Realization dawns on Thair's face. "I've been makin arrers for the lass since she came into town about 6 months ago. She was insistent that I use ash shafts though she's never said much about the fletchin'. I just used green for her because she always wore a lot of green. I haven't used green flights for anyone else in town. She orders a bundle like that one about every 2-3 weeks. Are ye saying the elf is a murderer?"
Thair waves Joey to sit down as he starts to stand to look at the arrows. Joey sits back down and Thair steps up with a suspicious look in his eye. Cautiously, he says, "Those arrers were made for that Elven tart that hangs out in Wrafton's all the time. The one that never smiles. She was s'posed to pick them up a day ago. Why?"
Thair turns your way and almost looks comical as he blinks the sweat out of his strangely clean eyes, white and blue in a face black with soot. He grins tiredly and welcomes you back. Joey is sitting on the low stone parapet around the edge of the building cross-legged as he is tying points to arrows that have been freshly fletched. Rory is busily hammering rings into the hemline of a nearly complete chain shirt.
"Aye," Thair admits ruefully,"I'm sorry for the quality of the shirt. It's the best we could do in a day full of a mountain of other things to be done." He grimaces ruefully and gestures to Dac,"bring it back when you are done killing the beasties so we can re-do the links and clean it up properly. It will serve for now though." He also hands you a bucket of crossbow quarrels. "I think there's 50 or so in there to share amongst yourselves. That's the most that Pedraig will let me give ya given you are leaving the town. Now...for shields. I don't have any but there is a bunch of weapons piled near the big ol siege engines they dragged out this afternoon. If you tiptoe over there I suspect no one will mention it to Pedraig if you keep it down low. They have Winterhaven's crest on them so don't let him see that you have them. He thinks your intentions are foolish. I for one am glad you are looking to fight there rather than here. I'd hate to see any of the villagers get hurt. These are nae fighting folk and even with spears and shields they won't last a day. Their hearts are good but we know what that's worth against the likes of that Orcus fellah." |