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Spirit walked over to Scout's tent. "I'm here for weapons. Yew sent me." |
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Neutral
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Scout nodded and tilted her head. "What were you thinking? I've got quite a few." She said, gesturing to her menu of wares on the counter. |
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Darkseeker
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Spirit thought for a moment and spoke. "I think I'll jsut take a dagger or two. Dn't know what the Rotten Forest holds." |
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Neutral
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Scout nodded and grabbed a Dagger for him. "You'll only find use for one. I think you'll find you always want a free hand in there." -You've spent 10 pinecones in exchange for a Standard Dagger- "Anything else?" Scout asked. |
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Darkseeker
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Spirit shook his head. "I don't think so. I'm sure to be back though." Spirit dipped his head gratefully. |
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Neutral
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She nodded and waved as he left "See you around." |
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Nanuk - Anthro Feline Nanuk walks across the forge floor, her robes moving loosely around her spotted legs. A dominant feminine aura surrounds her. Her amber eyes scoured the available wares. A standard sword. That sounds like it'll suffice. She was good with a bow and arrow, but she was short ten pinecones. This would officially put her at zero. She would need to use this sword to make some money fast if she wanted to eat this week. She approached the forge as her left paw grabbed the bottom of her cone satchel, emptying it into her right paw. She placed all 30 pinecones onto the counter and looked at Scout. "A standard sword, please." Pinecones: 30 - 30 |
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Scout looked up at the newcomer and nodded, smiling a little as she grabbed a sword. "Glad to see another sword user in town. Anything else I can do for you?" -You've spent 30 pinecones in exchange for A Standard Sword- |
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Neutral
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Nanuk let out a short huff as she slid the sword into the sheathe on her side. "Not unless you do charity, no," she said, mustering a small grin. "Thank you for your help. Hopefully I'll survive long enough to come back," she said. |
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Scout nodded in agreement and waved as the newcomer left |
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