47th Ashan 717
The Lothar stood with his arms crossed, his glare intent. The human below him was starting to sweat, wiping his brow into his shirt sleeve every so often. "Hmmm..." The silence broke at last and Fridgar's eye traced the Human's as he pondered how he would go about this. Indeed, it was rare that the Lothar was ever seen buying anything, he often took what he wanted or killed to get it, but this was different; never before had he bought a weapon. His eye dragged along the shelves, there was certainly a selection to be had.
A sword maybe? No, everyone and their dog uses a damn sword. A spear? And what, poke someone to death? A bow? No, just no. A knife? get real, what kind of Lothar swings a knife? A whip? Like Woe? That puny guard he overthrew in Rynmere? Absolutely not. A hammer? Now that was something he could get behind, though if he wanted to inflict blunt force trauma, he had his fists. Finally, he set his eye upon it - The perfect weapon for a man of his stature and strength. "That one." Fridgar decided with a point, the man jumped. "Y-yup! whatever you want, sir!" the shaky human responded with enthusiasm and standing to attention. He slid a stool out from under the desk and stepped up onto it to take hold of the weapon Fridgar had asked for.
"And how much is that?" Fridgar asked, reaching into his pocket. "O-oh, it's t-twenty gold nel, but-" Fridgar put the coins on the desk with an unintentional slam of his paw. "Now gimme." he demanded, reaching out his clawed hands to collect his goods. The man jolted as expected at the sudden thud of his paw and very eagerly handed over the weapon. It had a fair weight to it, a human would have called it heavy. Still though, he'd seen weapons similar being used with a shield, his logic dictated that he could use it one handed. Seeing Fridgar get a feel for the weight, the shopkeeper added "M-most people use it with a shield, I can sell you one cheap if-" he started, only to be interrupted. "-Nah, shields are for pussies." Fridgar turned and halted, turning back to the man who had sighed with relief before standing to attention once more. "How do i carry this without looking like a psycho?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
The man would look confused and frightened to the Lothar before widening his eyes in understanding "I can give you a holster for the back or belt for free, really, it's no trouble." at this point, he just wanted Fridgar out of his store. The human squatted down to pick up one such holster, fitted for the weapon. It appeared to be some sort of accessory for the belt, Fridgar smiled. "Wow, thanks!" happily, he snatched the relatively small piece of material and threaded it through his belt before stepping out of the store with his new one handed war axe holstered.
He didn't get why the shop keeper was so jumpy around him, perhaps he just had a bad experience with giant, broad, dark, horrifically scarred, one eyed men that stunk of raw meat, who knew? Regardless, Fridgar walked down the street with his new weapon in tow - headed for the city gates of a name he couldn't recall. he was due to meet with Paplo who had agreed to help him go hunting for totems. Walking with Paplo always made him feel hungry, he was fully prepared to have to maul a forest animal totrial. And what a nice trial it was, the cold of Cylus had almost completely faded and a pleasant warmth had filled the space it left behind. The sky was mostly blue with streaks of white clouds lining it. The sun was bright and cast defined shadows behind buildings except for the spells that clouds would roll in front to block its rays.
When the giant had finally reached the gate, he waited, ready for the grand totem collection to begin. The goose totem had long since removed itself from his arsenal, rejected by his spark. Whatever totems they were to harvest, it seemed would have to be predators.
Costs
Deducted the following from ledger:
20gn - One handed War Axe
4gn - Leather Belt
20gn - One handed War Axe
4gn - Leather Belt
