Frank

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

@wierdw in response to Robert

"Aye, sure thing. Yer take care out there, and yer can always bring the traps back if they need repairing or such."

The bald man shuffles behind the counter and starts tinkering again.

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

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"I'll take one large one, and two small ones." he managed, feeling the blood go out of his face, and his hands tingle as they started shaking.

The coins practically rattled on the counter as he laid them out: 1 silver coin, 60 copper ones.

"Forgive me, but this is quickly becoming a very expensive outing for me. Your associate up the way bled me for 41 copper already."

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@wierdw

@wierdw in response to Robert

The bald man swept a gloved hand over the coins and promptly pocketed them. "Say I think I've seen yer before lad. Over inna next town? Lotsa strangers in town recently. The royal lady or some such came and gone disappear inna woods they say. And the soldiers, heh."

He paused to spit over to his side and carefully hauled the selected traps to the front of the store.

"We tryna get what coin we can if there's rich folks in strange garments come walkin' in, I'm sure yer can understand bein' a working man as mineself. But I gyar-and-tee these be solid traps. I stake my livin' on em."

Seeing panic spread on Robert's face (exorbitantly priced traps being the likely cause) made the bald man feel a twinge of guilt, even as he attempted not to show it.

"Say ya need anything else I'd be happy ta give ya one, I think yer coin should just about cover it."

He waved over to a selection of other tools, some proudly stacked on shelves on display, others dispersed on the floor in disorganized fashion.

"Mind, I think it fool's business to be going inna woods right now... but I won't meddle if yer really want to be going there."

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

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"Good evening sir," he ventured, making a polite nod of the head before straightening again. "Do you have any large animal traps for sale? I was planning a trip to survey the local woods, and it's not wise to go without some night-time protection."

@wierdw

@wierdw in response to Robert

The bald man nods vigorously several times and moves towards the back of the shop beckoning Robert as he trudged away. A small collection of traps are secured and lined on the floor here. The man rubs his chin a bit and inquires "We got large ones here. Smalls ones. We don' usually got wolves this close to the village but if yer goin' out..." he falls silent for a moment for seemingly no reason, then separates some of the larger traps. "This is the largest one, if yer weary of bears. Be about 60 coppers. Or yer can take these for wolves. 50 coppers."

Through a Wayward Glimmer -- to a Faraway Place

@wierdw in response to Robert

A slightly shriveled up, bald man with entirely too many wrinkles around his face and eyes waved at Robert as he walked in. He was standing behind a short wooden counter, with most of the shop's space given over entirely to pots, pans, cauldrons, chains, shears, axe heads and a whole host of other tools. The man peeked at Robert as he approached but was otherwise fidgeting in place, knocking a small mallet held in one hand with some assorted bits of metal in the other.

[Closed] Lost RPG

Agitated as he was by the encounter with the wizard, Gulbahg was fairly confident now that they were just another eccentric, their wit and sense having degraded due to some combination of accumulated magic and wealth quite some time ago if Gulbahg had to guess. He kept his eye trained right at the back of the wizard's head until they had walked a fair distance away.

"If the Lady wants I can trail that fiend and see he's up to no mischief. Else I begs yer leave. I'm sure your own bodyguard will suffice out at sea, but you may send for me as needed. I'll be heading belowdecks soon with the ah... luggage" he whispered, putting an emphasis on the last word buy hissing it through his clenched teeth.

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Gulbahg notices the flamboyant wizard approaching Lady DeVespe, staring at their ludicrous attire and pompous gait. His dark eyes (the only feature of his face not completely obscured) narrow with suspicion and he steps to position himself slightly between the two, not wishing to intercede unnecessarily if this strange person is in fact just an acquaintance of the Lady. Gulbahg was hired naught but two days ago, and knows little about the company that the Lady keeps. His charge is to largely secure the lockbox that he has been entrusted with for this journey and he doesn't desire to probe any further into the Lady's affairs.

[Closed] Lost RPG

Hider

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Name: Gulbahg
Gender: Male
Age: 30+
Description: A thin but wiry individual with weathered brown skin. Wears a turban and loose clothes, keeps his face hidden most of the time.
Bio: Has been working on caravans and merchant vessels from an early age, first as a baggage handler, then animal driver and since as an armed guard. Has travelled the width of many seas, of saltwater and of sand.
Purpose of travel: Hired as a bodyguard by some moneyed patron, a Lady DeVespe, for this voyage. Gulbahg figures this is an easy way to make some coin while travelling to the next port, not really expecting wealthy types like her to cause much problems come paying time. And aside from the initial deposit he's been promised a pretty payout once they reach their destination. In addition he as been given a small locked chest to carry around with him, which he finds quite odd but so long he is paid he won't mind a little added burden.
Other info: Carries more concealed swords on his person than he can count.