Post by The Sergeant / Alisha on Jan 17, 2018 13:48:28 GMT
One cold market day, a new stall of sorts is seen. A wooden table is lined with a number of weapons. Behind the table stands a tall man, with a face marked with pox scars, and thick black hair tied behind his head. His nods as people approach, while sipping on a wooden pint of what looks like hot cider.
On the table you see a number of items for sale, each with a beautifully written note (looking at the man you suspect not by his hand). The most interesting of which are:
- A silvered longsword
The note reads: One silvered longsword - good for killing ghosts and stuff
- A chain shirt
The note reads: A chain shirt
- A drawing of a horse
The note reads: One horse, with riding equipment (a real horse, not this picture)
The man speaks, "Welcome to the Red Tongues of Kantas, our stock is all in good nick. The names Val. What do you want?"
On the table you see a number of items for sale, each with a beautifully written note (looking at the man you suspect not by his hand). The most interesting of which are:
- A silvered longsword
The note reads: One silvered longsword - good for killing ghosts and stuff
- A chain shirt
The note reads: A chain shirt
- A drawing of a horse
The note reads: One horse, with riding equipment (a real horse, not this picture)
The man speaks, "Welcome to the Red Tongues of Kantas, our stock is all in good nick. The names Val. What do you want?"