Post by Sythe on Jan 16, 2005 3:17:15 GMT
Ic: With the accursed sun hovering above his head, Ietheas made his way through the city. The Druchii was used to travelling light, and the items he had taken from the two corpses were deffinatly not light. He would have to find somewhere to exchange them for the crude gold piece the human's used, and soon.
Not long after thinking that, the Dark Elf stumbled upon exactly what he was looking for. A two story stone build with a sign over the door reading Kurt's Weaponshop in the crude human letters. As he had seen no better places in his wanderings, the Elf entered the building.
Ietheas ignored the shelves of weapons and armor as he headed straight to the counter set in the store. Sitting behind said counter was a young lad who looked the Elf over with smugness and spoke with contempt.
"What do you want, Elf."
Ietheas glared at the young man with his cold, dark eyes, the look enough to wipe the look from the young man's face.
"Charming. I wish to sell these."
Taking the bundle from his side, the Dark Elf slammed it down in front of the young man. Quickly, the young lad undid the leather jacks and looked over the two crossbows, fourty qurrels and the wooden shield. After a moment, the young man looked up at the Elf..
"Right, I'll give you twenty-two crowns for the lot."
The Elf nodded with a detached look and waited for the human to get the gold. A few seconds later, the young man presented him with a heavy pouch of money, which Ietheas quickly snatched up.
Turning around, the Dark Elf headed out of the building.
Not long after thinking that, the Dark Elf stumbled upon exactly what he was looking for. A two story stone build with a sign over the door reading Kurt's Weaponshop in the crude human letters. As he had seen no better places in his wanderings, the Elf entered the building.
Ietheas ignored the shelves of weapons and armor as he headed straight to the counter set in the store. Sitting behind said counter was a young lad who looked the Elf over with smugness and spoke with contempt.
"What do you want, Elf."
Ietheas glared at the young man with his cold, dark eyes, the look enough to wipe the look from the young man's face.
"Charming. I wish to sell these."
Taking the bundle from his side, the Dark Elf slammed it down in front of the young man. Quickly, the young lad undid the leather jacks and looked over the two crossbows, fourty qurrels and the wooden shield. After a moment, the young man looked up at the Elf..
"Right, I'll give you twenty-two crowns for the lot."
The Elf nodded with a detached look and waited for the human to get the gold. A few seconds later, the young man presented him with a heavy pouch of money, which Ietheas quickly snatched up.
Turning around, the Dark Elf headed out of the building.