Kyri's Weapon Emporium
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:00 am
The small desert-born hin watches intently as the shop's locks are replaced by Hildmor's men, a promise well-kept by thier employer. Since she had aquired the shop space in the Under-Village, she had cleaned scrupulously and begun to fill out her inventory properly. As the shop sat in Hildmor's district of the town, she had few problems to worry about other than getting enough custom, but the locks would help her sleep better at night.
"Dees ees good." She remarks to the men, after testing the finished work with her new keys. She then shoos them off, entering the store to continue loading the shelves with newly forged silver and cold iron weapons, occasionally darksteel varieties as well. The shelves, from top to bottom, ran smallest weapons to the largest, and from left to right, cheapest metals to the most expensive.
An entire wall was devoted to weapons not of her make, usually enchanted sorts found on planar excursions, organized in a similar fashion.
As the shop was built for normal-sized humas, ladders and step stools were spaced about the shop floor regularly, yet out of the way of customers.
A few hours of heavy lifting later, and the hin settles down to rest in the back room, curling up on the pallet there.
"More price-eeng labels tomorrow....mey-be even ad een deh SIGIS theeng." She mutters, yawning as she slips into sleep.
"Dees ees good." She remarks to the men, after testing the finished work with her new keys. She then shoos them off, entering the store to continue loading the shelves with newly forged silver and cold iron weapons, occasionally darksteel varieties as well. The shelves, from top to bottom, ran smallest weapons to the largest, and from left to right, cheapest metals to the most expensive.
An entire wall was devoted to weapons not of her make, usually enchanted sorts found on planar excursions, organized in a similar fashion.
As the shop was built for normal-sized humas, ladders and step stools were spaced about the shop floor regularly, yet out of the way of customers.
A few hours of heavy lifting later, and the hin settles down to rest in the back room, curling up on the pallet there.
"More price-eeng labels tomorrow....mey-be even ad een deh SIGIS theeng." She mutters, yawning as she slips into sleep.