VonAlric wrote:Gardo
Seeing the items on the rug and the intriguing looking woman, Gardo motions for Mariusz to follow and walks over.
"Good day to thee. Tell me more about these items, what would a man like me be interested in?"
At a quick glance most of the items on display are, to his eye, junk. Rusted metal, what looks to be wood, or maybe bone, of inscrutable shape and purpose. Wheels of some dark substance -- clay, maybe? -- with toothed serrations along the outside rim and a hole punched in the middle.
The woman looks Gardo up and down, taking in the measure of the man asking the questions. Her eyes are large and round and brown, like that of a doe, and she's at least as tall as he is, maybe taller. "For a man like yourself? An adventurer, it would seem, with training scars that speak of years of battle?" She frowns. "Most of what you see here is junk, detritus salvaged from the leftover glories of bygone days. I would not bother wasting your time with this. I have three things that may be of interest to you, though."
She rummages through the pile of items, but in a precise, controlled manner. She knows where everything is, clearly. The first thing she holds up looks similar to a lantern, made of a strange, dull silvery metal. There's a handle on the back, and what looks to be three smaller hinged doors arranged along the curved face. "I do not know what this does, although it is intact. I cannot get the doors to open, though they are not rusted or damaged in anyway. This I will sell to you for 250
alcedes." The second item she holds up is a long knife, with a blade as long as Gardo's forearm. The blade is black and featureless, and seems to almost absorb light. "The residents of Isendan were experts at the art of crafting with this material," she says, "that we call
leir. It is lighter and harder than metal, and cannot be broken, chipped, or worked by any craft of man. Perhaps Dwarves can work it, and perhaps dragonfire melt it, but as far as I know it is impervious. It will not rust, neither, and does not attract the attention of Mother Lodestone. I will sell you this knife for 500
alcedes." Finally, she pulls from her bag a flat rectangle, the size of Gardo's hand, but the thickness of the blade she just showed him. It is a burnt orange in color. "This," she says, "is a key, to a door in Isendan. What it opens I know not. I will sell this to you for 50
alcedes."
