Post by Brad the Inhaler on Sept 12, 2008 4:02:49 GMT
The light wicker door rattled open and then shut as Cid entered the smithy, taking a brief look around the walls before stepping closer to the counter.
"Got any grapples? Climbing irons? That sort of thing..."
The smith looked up from some boot repairs he was doing when Cid entered, he then nodded at the far left corner before going back to his mending. The bounty hunter followed his gaze and found a number of iron hooks of varying sizes, soon he had found what he was looking for, a stout curved grapple without too much of a bite that was light enough to be tugged off from below but would hold fast under weight. Removing it from the peg on which it hung with it's twins, the bounty hunter turned and strode over to the counter, he set the iron down on the counter and reached for his coin purse.
"Two crowns, fif'ten shillings and tenpence.."
The smith grumbled through his singed beard before Cid had even opened his mouth, so he opened the small mail pouch he used for storing money (he was wise to the ways leather pouches could be emptied) and slowly emptied the worth of the grapple onto the counter. He slid it across towards the smith and smiled.
"Don't suppose you know any good knots do you?"
The smith looked up from the tangle of laces and torn leather that was his left boot and nodded. Cid grabbed one of his longest lengths of rope and handed it the smith, who poked one end through the ring of the grappling iron and then deftly executed a wonder of fingers and thumbs. Cid tried to follow but the whole display was over and done with in a few seconds, and the smith was back to his boot.
"Er...thanks! Have a fine day sir!"
Cid curled up the rope and used the spare end to secure the grapple and it's tail to his belt, the weight was noticeable instantly, there would be no way he was running and jumping off roofs with this swinging near his genitals. He gave a curt nod to the smith and tipped his hat before leaving the smithy and heading back onto the streets.
"Got any grapples? Climbing irons? That sort of thing..."
The smith looked up from some boot repairs he was doing when Cid entered, he then nodded at the far left corner before going back to his mending. The bounty hunter followed his gaze and found a number of iron hooks of varying sizes, soon he had found what he was looking for, a stout curved grapple without too much of a bite that was light enough to be tugged off from below but would hold fast under weight. Removing it from the peg on which it hung with it's twins, the bounty hunter turned and strode over to the counter, he set the iron down on the counter and reached for his coin purse.
"Two crowns, fif'ten shillings and tenpence.."
The smith grumbled through his singed beard before Cid had even opened his mouth, so he opened the small mail pouch he used for storing money (he was wise to the ways leather pouches could be emptied) and slowly emptied the worth of the grapple onto the counter. He slid it across towards the smith and smiled.
"Don't suppose you know any good knots do you?"
The smith looked up from the tangle of laces and torn leather that was his left boot and nodded. Cid grabbed one of his longest lengths of rope and handed it the smith, who poked one end through the ring of the grappling iron and then deftly executed a wonder of fingers and thumbs. Cid tried to follow but the whole display was over and done with in a few seconds, and the smith was back to his boot.
"Er...thanks! Have a fine day sir!"
Cid curled up the rope and used the spare end to secure the grapple and it's tail to his belt, the weight was noticeable instantly, there would be no way he was running and jumping off roofs with this swinging near his genitals. He gave a curt nod to the smith and tipped his hat before leaving the smithy and heading back onto the streets.