*sight* . . . nobody understands me . . . *glides out of the store*

I think I mis understood your message by what you said but I dunno lol.

Here you go, Layina. *leads her to a whole box full of whips of varying lengths*

I get ya, Ruz. I was trying to be cute.

yeah, Ris, that is a really nasty weapon.

*Arwen walks in and looks around the shop for someone to assist her, she spots a woman that seems to be in charge and walks up to her* Would I be able to get horse armour and tack from here? I would like some specially made.

But of course, Arwen! I have just what you need. *Leads Arwen into the back room where her tack and horse armor is kept*

*Arwen follows Alena to the armour area and looks around at the various styles and types of horse armour* I want something pretty light but very strong and able to withstand arrows, blows from anything and even sword slashing. Id like it to be made of leather but covered in something strong like metal. Areas I want covered are my horse's chest, underbelly, face and neck partially - the most vital parts. What can ya do for me?

*looking around to be sure no one else is close*

I have some magic made armour, perhaps that interests you? If so, follow me.

*walks into the rear of the store and through a curtain, with the young woman in tow*

See here on this shelf, this is a one of a kind set for your horse, made by a wizard. The material is light, like a cloak but even the strongest sword will not break it.

*takes a few steps inside and stops at the entrance to take a deep breath*
Ah, finally home! *laughs* I can't believe I spent more time in the weapon shop than in the wizard's study! (am I just blind or is the wizard's study gone?)
*looks around for the Second Confessor*

*glances up as the door opens and the little bell above it tinkles*

TAG! It's you! *runs up and gives him a bear hug* Where have you been, you rascal you!

ps I think we just have the Keep right now. I'll check your permissions.

*laughs heartily when he hugs Confessor Alena*
I began a secret task set by Mejjad and it brought me out of Aydindril. I'm sorry I didn't have the time to write a note about it but time was precious. Wizards' stuff. You wouldn't want to know.
Where is the old bugger anyways? *looks around, expecting him to appear behind a bookshelf somewhere in the store*

*scowls* He has disappeared as well. He pops in once in awhile, or his messages do, just to let me know he lives. So he was not off on this....errand.....with you?


(he's really tied up with RL right now )

No, he sent me out on this errand but I guess something appeared and now he's out there dealing with it.
So, he writes letters, eh? Then we know something hasn't happened to him at least.
*gets lost in thoughts*
I wonder when I'll get a chance to report my success to him...

Anyways, I see you have other customers waiting so let's talk business
Along my travels I realized my scythe was very unnecassary. It weighs a lot and is very hard to swing in explosive situations (like in bar fight ). So I've given up on the weapon. What I'm looking for now is a scimitar. Preferably, a magical one

I think I should get myself a weapon.....

I'm not sure what to go for though. It should be light I suppose and probably easy to use since my hand eye coordination isn't great

Any suggestions?

*goes to a box in the corner and comes back with a beautiful gold scimitar for Tag* This has been waiting for just the right owner.

Ell, I would suggest this. *hands her a short dagger, easily concealed in the sleeve of a Confessor dress*

It has served me well in the past.

Tag watches the golden scimitar with wary looks and holds it in his hands, feeling it's weight. "So, what does it do? Or is it one of those weapons that you'll describe and I won't believe you unless I try it out myself?"
He gives her a grin, remembering the last time he had used a magical weapon without asking what about it was magical. The neighbours had never really recovered from the shock of seeing a giant scythe come flying through the air, cutting right through five oak trees.