No bet drinking here too old for that trick  :smile:

Rodric awakes from under the table. Where did everyone go, he thinks. Then he hears some music from the street and stumbles out to listen.

bom bom tara tara bom
bom bom tara tara bom bom bom

Realising that the music does not come from outside, but inside his head, he picks up his guitar and tries to follow Minkas experimental new ages singing.

Decides to sit down, while he takes a bottle of ale out of his backpack, and watch the show.

 

Thant decides this is a good time as any to try out his new bow, and takes aim at Rodric

 

*There is a large crashing sound outside the shoppe, as if someone was just pushed through a large stack of pots and pans and then fallen down three flights of stairs.  Horses neigh, as if startled by something. The door bursts open suddenly and noisily.  Ryath stands in the doorway, looking frazzled, and out of breath.  She steps in deliberately, not noticing the other patrons.  She walks slowly to the counter.*

"Shopkeep...I need a sword....not just any sword, either.  I need a SWORD.   Something insanely powerful, naturally, but light enough for a woman.  There's an issue of weapon inequality in the House of Wit n' Wisdom, you see.  Custom make it, if you must, or if you have anything ancient, lengendary or anything...I don't know... particularly smite-y...MONEY IS NO OBJECT! NO. OBJECT."

*Ryath stares a moment, to make sure the point is taken.  Then she sits down on a nearby chair, clasps her hands tightly in her lap and looks agitated.  She stares straight ahead, grimacing,  as if in some sort of stress induced psychosis.  Every now and then she mumbles incoherently to herself*

Dante strolls in and sees his sword hanging on the wall and says Well i'll be i've been looking for that for weeks. *turns to ultimate Ed* why's my sword hanging here? and do i have to buy it again?

“War?” Minka asks, her eyes lighting up as she sits up straighter.  “Did you say war??  As in... WAR!?”  Without waiting another moment, she stops her strange antics and turns serious.  With practiced skill, she affixes her array of weapons, starting with her twin silver crossbows, snake sword, throwing knives, twin daggers and then slips her poisoned claw gauntlet onto her left hand.

“Got room for a sadistic, homicidal female assassin?” she asked with a deadly smile, “Just think, if I kill enough people and loot enough, I should be able to raise enough funds to reopen my lair.  Wow, look at that, earning money the honest way... well, remotely honest way... well, not at all really... you know what I mean!”

"Ah, everyone who can hold  sword, you say?  Well, I can do better than that"

Ed pulls a mighty two-handed sword from the scabbard at his waist and holds it aloft.  The heavy blade shines brightly, even in the candle light of the shop.  It's mass sufficient to cleave a head from the thickest neck, and it edge sharp enough to make the cut sweetly clean.  The handle could almost be called three handed.  It is a custom design to provide perfect balance.  The pommel and end hold some of the largest sapphires known, taken from a mine in Ed's ancestral homelands.

"But wait, there's more!"

Ed dashes out the door and returns a moment later, this time with his original two-hander in one hand, and it's magnificent twin in the other.

"Not many who can wield the two-handed broadsword with a single hand.  I command the strength and dexterity two bring two into battle, when you have a massive hord or orcs or goblins or trolls that need to be haqued through."

"So, Merc, for now, my egg quest shall thankfully be put on hold.  Who are we off to conquer?"