"How much do one of these herb things cost?" Cain examined the strange pouch. Tossing it in his hands. Almost dropping it, he tosses the herb pouch onto the front desk. "It costs 20 pieces of gold each." The Vendor lady responded. Cain's eyes spread wide open. His hair gleaming red in the window's light "Are you kidding? I could take a few minutes of my time to travel to the next vendor and get the same good, for a cheaper price" Cain gives the Vendor lady a nasty look before turning around and walking away. Looking around for his horse, he bumps into a stranger. Turning around to immediately dump insults. He is met with none other than Marth himself.
"Cain, take his bag of gold and purchase whatever you need. We are departing tomorrow." Marth quickly passed by him after giving Cain his orders. Cain nervously walks back inside the shop. The Vendor lady looked at him smugly, "looks like money isn't an issue for you anymore now is it?". "Ah! shut up." Cain felt his body temperature drop a hundred degrees. Purchasing items, he hardly makes any eye contact.
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Princess Minerva was asked by Marth to purchase weapons for the upcoming travel. She was also told that she is now the Convoy and Weapons manager, which she was very pleased about. As much as she hated having even more responsibilities, she used every ounce of her will to accept Marth's request without starting an argument. The load on her is heavy, on top of all this she needs to make sure that her sister Maria was safe and completely unharmed. If Maria were to have a single cut Minerva wouldn't be able to take it. She couldn't let her sister become a tool of the Dolhr empire, like her brother Michalis.
Here is our princess, in front of Bord's lousy and poorly set up tent. Waiting for him to leave his mancave, so she could talk some sense into him about sleeping in and all that jazz. A few minutes have passed, the temperature of her blood increasing rapidly. Streaming into her red hair. Noticing no movement whatsoever, she barges inside the tent to find a sleeping Bord snoring loudly, as all men like him would do. She taps his shoulder with her foot, nothing happens. She pushes Bord with a strong force finally waking him up. "We leave for Camus' army tomorrow and this is what you do to prepare?" She drops him a bag of food and other stuff. Storming out of the tent, she hops on her riding dragon and flies away. Bord stretches up, I swear if she's going to be my Commander for the next battle I will switch sides with the enemy. He picks up his axe and gets ruffles through his bag and retrieves an apple. Biting on it, he flops back on his sleeping bag and knocks out again.
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Draug fixes up his stuff and places his gear next to his sleeping bag. His armour lay beside him neatly organized. Thinking of what Camus would be doing right now, he searches for his steel lance. But it was nowhere in sight, someone must have misplaced it. Outside the tent? Nothing. Draug comes to the unfortunate realization that he needs to buy one another before leaving tomorrow. He takes some money and leaves his tent for the Armory. Making his way through the warm night. Passing through the field, Draug noticed Minerva's Dragon flying low around the area. This gave him a sensation of safety. He enters the shop, to his delight he finds 2 amazing sights.
A bright silver lance lay on the rack. And Prince Marth's royal assistant Frey at the front desk. Draug lunges over to the rack and grabs the lance and slams it on the desk. Frey curiously looks at the weapon. "My steel lance just disappeared, I am not a big spender, but I know when to treat myself" he drops his money on the front desk. The blacksmith shakes his head, he puts one hand on the desk. "I'm going to need a little more than that, nice try pulling a fast one like that. I will need at least another 30 gold pieces." Draug checked his pockets for anything, but he had no money left. "How about I pay you back later?" Draug begged the blacksmith. The blacksmith turned around to do something else. "I got too many people doing that right now. No can do." Draug immediately thought if he could ask Bord or Minerva for some extra change. But it was late at night and he didn't want them at this hour.
He places his hand on the lance to return it. Suddenly, Frey places a handful of gold coins on the front desk. Immediately sensing the money, the blacksmith returns. Frey removes Draugs arm from the Steel lance and looks at him. "I'll take care of that". Draug brightened up, his green eyes reflecting the moonlight. He takes the spear and examines its sturdy design. The blacksmith walks over to the shop door and closes it.
"A knight like you should not be walking into stores without any money" said Frey quietly. Leaning off of the seat, Draug turns over to him before leaving. Towering over the skinny man. "I can never thank you enough, no wonder your Marth's right hand man" Frey takes this complement into consideration. Smiling, he responds. "Make sure you safely get back to the tent, and sleep quick because sunrise will come sooner than later." Draug gave him a friendly wave and left for his tent.
"Hey get back in here" Frey gestures for him to come inside. "Just because I am older doesn't mean that I must be boring." Draug sighs, looking at the grass. He steps back inside and sits back on the uncomfortable wood seat. "Is there something I can do for you?" Frey smiles. His thinning purple hair shining. "The Prince told me that you are his favourite knight, he also told me he feels safe around you" Flattered, Draug blushes. "That is very kind of him, I feel the same way when he is around." They both chuckled a little. Frey's face darkens. "Do you think the Laguz people still live?" Draug considered this, but he didn't have any opinion on this matter. The Laguz were a race of half human and half animal. They lived long ago and were seen in some cultures as "sub-human". Historians of the modern time have approved that the Laguz did actually exist. "I do not have much information about this topic, all I know is that they either live in hiding or they are an extinct species. How come you mention them?" Frey leans forward in his seat. "News has spread about beasts roaming around in the forests. There is a possibility that what these people are talking about is actually the Laguz. It is hard to imagine how they could have survived this long." Draug looks out the shop window, expecting to see a Minerva and her dragon. "I do not believe everything I hear about. Frey, I highly doubt that the Laguz are still alive." Frey straightens his back. "My knowledge comes from good sources. Princess Nyna told me herself." Draug ponders this. He stands up and heads for the door. Frey gets off his chair. "Several corpses were found. Draug, the bodies had missing legs-" Draug stops moving. He looks back to him. "How do we know they are in our area?" "News has come from a neighbouring village." How are the Laguz people alive? It is just not possible.