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Maleth walked slowly off the boat his steady steps mingling with those of the other passengers as they made their way from the crowded ship onto the docks of Port Avanthar.
His journey had been long and arduous, but not entirely unpleasant. He glanced down at his hip where his beltpouch hung, its contents heavy and straining the sides of the well worn leather sack. It was full to the point of bursting with coin he had earned during the trip, much to the dismay of several unfortunate passengers.
He allowed himself a brief smile as he set foot upon the sea-soaked wooden docks. Drawing a deep breath he filled his lungs with the moist air taking in his surroundings for the first time.
The small trade district that encompassed the pier bustled with activity.
The citizens of Sundren moved about the market bartering with the merchants for the best deals, while the savy vendors hawked their wares with virulent resolve to any passerby's who ventured too near their stands.
His piercing eyes cautiously scanned the crowd as he walked, looking for any signs of impending threat or the errant gaze that ligered perhaps a bit too long. Observing nothing unusual he relaxed his senses slightly and continued walking toward the city quarters.
His past lay far behind him, seperated from his reputation by an oceans breadth he could walk unfettered in these lands without fear of repurcussions.
A burly Dwarven merchant, his forge surrounded by hanging suits of armor and various weapon caught his attention. He walked freely amongst the many weapons of war, his mind playing through various scenarious as he idly shopped.
His eyes settled upon a shirt of finely crafted chain, a well worn helm and an exquisite longsword. Maleth turned his attention to the blacksmith who seemed preoccupied working his forge.
"How much for those items then?" He asked inquisitivly.
The old Dwarven smith down at the Hin and reach his soot covered hands over to the wall.
"I'll be letting you have them for say...250 stags lad."
Maleth looked at the dwarf bewildered. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out 200 stags, deftly slipping the leather pouch and its remaining contents around his belt and behind his back in one fluid motion.
"I only have 200 stags my good man." His voice tinged with shame.
"Perhaps you could find it in your heart to give a weary traveler a discount."
"My journey has been long and I do not wish my story to end upon the tip of a goblin spear."
The dwarf looked the frail hin over his eyes settling on the small pouch of gold in his outstretched hands.
"Bah, Ye look as if ye'll be needing all the help ye can get boy." "Fine take it then, 200 stags it will be.
"The Smithy snatched the coins from the hins grasp placing the items on the table before him.
Maleth smiled, quickly slipping the chain shirt over his clothing and strapping the longsword across his back. Placing the helm over his head he nodded to the smith, but by then the old dwarf had returned to his work and paid him no mind.
Maleth walked toward the city gates of Sundren, whistling a tune as he traveled.
His journey had been long and arduous, but not entirely unpleasant. He glanced down at his hip where his beltpouch hung, its contents heavy and straining the sides of the well worn leather sack. It was full to the point of bursting with coin he had earned during the trip, much to the dismay of several unfortunate passengers.
He allowed himself a brief smile as he set foot upon the sea-soaked wooden docks. Drawing a deep breath he filled his lungs with the moist air taking in his surroundings for the first time.
The small trade district that encompassed the pier bustled with activity.
The citizens of Sundren moved about the market bartering with the merchants for the best deals, while the savy vendors hawked their wares with virulent resolve to any passerby's who ventured too near their stands.
His piercing eyes cautiously scanned the crowd as he walked, looking for any signs of impending threat or the errant gaze that ligered perhaps a bit too long. Observing nothing unusual he relaxed his senses slightly and continued walking toward the city quarters.
His past lay far behind him, seperated from his reputation by an oceans breadth he could walk unfettered in these lands without fear of repurcussions.
A burly Dwarven merchant, his forge surrounded by hanging suits of armor and various weapon caught his attention. He walked freely amongst the many weapons of war, his mind playing through various scenarious as he idly shopped.
His eyes settled upon a shirt of finely crafted chain, a well worn helm and an exquisite longsword. Maleth turned his attention to the blacksmith who seemed preoccupied working his forge.
"How much for those items then?" He asked inquisitivly.
The old Dwarven smith down at the Hin and reach his soot covered hands over to the wall.
"I'll be letting you have them for say...250 stags lad."
Maleth looked at the dwarf bewildered. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out 200 stags, deftly slipping the leather pouch and its remaining contents around his belt and behind his back in one fluid motion.
"I only have 200 stags my good man." His voice tinged with shame.
"Perhaps you could find it in your heart to give a weary traveler a discount."
"My journey has been long and I do not wish my story to end upon the tip of a goblin spear."
The dwarf looked the frail hin over his eyes settling on the small pouch of gold in his outstretched hands.
"Bah, Ye look as if ye'll be needing all the help ye can get boy." "Fine take it then, 200 stags it will be.
"The Smithy snatched the coins from the hins grasp placing the items on the table before him.
Maleth smiled, quickly slipping the chain shirt over his clothing and strapping the longsword across his back. Placing the helm over his head he nodded to the smith, but by then the old dwarf had returned to his work and paid him no mind.
Maleth walked toward the city gates of Sundren, whistling a tune as he traveled.