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Post by Phinehas on Oct 22, 2004 11:34:41 GMT
*Phinehas mulls through the assortment of average quality weaponry and some sub-average human weaponry that Catherine had accidentally laid out. Two things caught his eye. One was a thick, strong, and beautifully crafted Elven bow. Obviously it was custom-made for a forester. The other thing he saw was a beautiful dagger with a pearl handle. He picked them up and set them aside.*
Ok, I'll take these two, and the cloak. How much will that be? Also, I'll pay you good money to make sure that none of those Elven weapons are in the package that the Inquisitor is buying.
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 13:43:00 GMT
The dagger is 80 gold pieces and the bow is 60. Your cloak is 35 gold pieces. I used some fabric I was given a while ago thats never been used.
Why do you want me to keep all the Elven weaponry here? Or at least out of Sir Locksley's hands.
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 22, 2004 13:47:21 GMT
Because Elven weaponry is too good to just be handed out to some incompetent guards. It must be cared for. Elven weaponry can only be wielded by someone who really knows what he is doing, or it's an insult to the maker. A man like the Inquisitor sees weapons as an end to means. In reality, they are much more. And I will not see these distributed to some pathetic guards to be abused.
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 13:53:56 GMT
I couldn't agree more. Done. Payment will only be needed if trouble comes my way for it.
So thats 175 gold pieces please?
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 22, 2004 14:01:27 GMT
*Phinehas looks surprised. He hadn't expected Catherine to share his sentiments about weaponry.*
Hmm... It is a rare woman who shares an Elfs beliefs of weapons. Count Brinkatore is luckier than he deserves. I am in your debt. If you ever need the services of a master in the art of stealth and marksmanship, you have but to ask.
*Phinehas then reaches into his pouch and pulls out 175 gold pieces and lays them on the counter.*
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 14:18:24 GMT
*Catherine smiles.*
Never judge a book by it's cover. I've used all these weapons here.I have a wide variety of friends and have learnt some of their skills and beliefs. I know how much work goes into a Elven weapon. Especially compared to the makers of human weapons, they put no heart into it and only make for the mass.
*Catherine takes the money and secures it then get's Phiehas's cloak from under the counter passing it over to him.*
As for the favour I'll remember that. I'm not naive and know trouble will find it's way here eventually. Especially with the shadow creature here recently.
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 22, 2004 14:30:39 GMT
*Phinehas nods.*
Indeed.
*He puts on the cloak and raises the hood and smiles to himself.*
Ah darkness! How good it is to have a cloak and be able to be in the shadows even during the day again.
Perfect. Thank you. You don't happen to know anything about Lord Fear do you? I was thinking of paying him a visit.
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 14:33:24 GMT
I've heard rumours about him and that he resides at Marblehead. Don't know where it is but I'm sure he's not hard to find.
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 22, 2004 14:46:19 GMT
*Phinehas mutters to himself.* Hmm... Marblehead, eh? Well, I may look into that. I believe I'll be going now. It's been a pleasure. *He turns and strides out, cloak billowing, but concealing his form completely. His face is covered by his hood. As he reaches the door, he hesitates and glances back over his shoulder.* Oh, you might want to get better latches for your windows. It was all too easy for me last night when I came to check up on my cloak. Of course, your average ruffian isn't exactly adept at break-ins, but it never hurts to be sure. *With that he turns and walks out into the street.* [ModNote: Continued at The Guardhouse.] |
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 15:05:22 GMT
*Catherine frowns but takes the warning and would deal with the window later.Unsure wether Phinehas will here her or not she thanks his retreating back.*
*She puts the tidied up shoes that she got from Mr Hands out one of the window views. Hoping that they would sell and beat the price she paid for them. Reluctantly she begins to sort out the stock of weapons for Sir Locksley.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 22, 2004 18:39:13 GMT
*Catherin started to go back to work but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Marcus still borusing around the shop. There was no one else ther ebut them 2.*
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 18:47:29 GMT
*With a sigh Catherine tries to concentrate on the job ahead of her. Placing the seapons in boxes ready for collection. Her mind wander's back to the stolen kiss and concentration becomes harder. The quietness of the shop adding to her awareness of Marcus. Giving up on the job at hand for now she walks over to where Marcus is browsing.*
Looking for anything in particular Marcus?
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 22, 2004 18:51:22 GMT
*turns and looks at Catherine.*
"No not realy. Just trying to find a way to kill some time."
"By the way sorry for before I just lost my head, I didn't meen to force myself on you like that."
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Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 22, 2004 22:40:31 GMT
*With a smile...*
No need to apologise at all. I ejoyed it...even if it did shock me a little bit...
*She looks around the empty room quickly then goes to kiss Marcus...*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 22, 2004 22:45:37 GMT
*Marcus makes to kiss her as well, but as there lips come with in center meaters of contact, the shop door opens and they quickly pull appart.*
"Dragons Breath."
*Marcus says quiatly.*
*A Young man enters and walks up to the counter, he starts tapping on the desk and calling.*
"Service, Service please and be prompt about it my good man where ever you are?"
*He is obviusly a arragont young upstart and is under the impresion it is a man who is in charge.*
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