Chapter 4: The Foreboding Blade
Turel quickly returned to the spot where he had left his luggage to retrieve it, but it was no where to be found. "Damn, why did this have to happen? I swear if I find out who took it, I'll ki..." but his rant was interrupted by a scraping sound coming from nearby, it sounded a lot like his bag being dragged across the ground. He searched for the source of the sound and determined that it came from a narrow alleyway.
Despite that it was a narrow street, with the rooftops covering it completely, the sun made it in, giving the dark alleyway an orange glow. He searched for the whereabouts of the thief, and saw nobody except for a glimpse of a door closing, of course, he made his way inside. What Turel found in this building was a small weapon-craft shop, consisting mostly of rundown junk, this must be where the poor hunters go to get weapons. The would-be thief was talking to the clerk, probably trying to haggle off Turel's possessions, "HEY! Those are mine!"
The thief turned to face him, he was quite run-down looking, but not like a homeless bum, he seemed to be more of a shell of someone who had former glory. He wore basic civilian clothes, but was built quite muscularly for someone so worn-down. He had prominent cheek bones and a strong face, and short cut jet-black hair that parted off to either side of his forehead. Most notably were all of the scars and burn marks that covered his arms and legs. He spoke calmly," Don't worry, I wasn't trying to steal your things, and I merely brought them here to prevent someone else from doing so."
"Oh is that right, this is a pretty secluded place for a lost-and-found."
"Maybe so, but there is nowhere else in this town that is as trustworthy." he said gruffly.
"Well, I'll give you benefit-of-the-doubt then, hand it over."
Turel retrieved his items and bent over to check and see if everything was still there. The man noticed the Siegmund on his back," So you're a hunter…mind if I see that blade?"
Turel handed it over reluctantly; the man held it in his hands, spinning the blade around to look at it in all angles, "Such craftsmanship, good uniform thickness, sharp blade, light for its size...only one man I have met is this good. Do you know Omar from Augusta?"
"Yes, I'm from there in fact. He made that blade for me before I came here. He is a good man, and the best blacksmith I have ever met."
"Indeed he is, I have met him also. He is the only man that is capable of making the foreboding blade...the Eternal Annihilator." said the man, going into deep thought.
"Eternal...Annihilator? He told me that he only made one, for the best hunter he had ever met... you know who he made it for?"
He paused before answering,"...yes...yes I knew the man. His name escapes me at the moment, but he died a couple years back. Him and the old expert hunters for this city went on a routine Diablos hunt, but never returned... That man no longer exists."
This was a disappointment for Turel, although it wasn't what he came for, it would have been an honor to meet that man, and maybe even learn a thing or two from him. He thanked the man for watching his things (although he still didn't believe him) and turned to leave the shop. Before so, he turned around and asked, "Hey, by the way, my name's Turel, what's yours?
The man looked up at him and gave him a melancholy answer of, "My name...is Raziel."
As Turel left, Raziel turned back to the clerk, "Well that was awful, but how much can I get for this then?" he said as he placed a Nova Crystal on the table.