Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
A disheveled-in-an-attractive-way young man enters the Pearl via its Hruthrip location, and starts to peruse the cloaks in stock as his companions claim the gear they've just re-acquired payment for. After a thorough search, however, he walks away frowning, apparently not having found what he was after.
He repeats the process throughout the shop, several times moving to one section to look for something, only to leave disappointed. After a while, he turns to the air above his left shoulder, muttering, "No, this is not divine punishment for anything. It's just bad luck. You know, I think I liked you better when you weren't speaking to me."
Finally, while perusing the ring case, Nathan seems to find what he's looking for. He points. "That one. Helps you get better rest, doesn't it?" the man behind the counter nods.
"I get little enough sleep with the nag squad, anyway. Might as well get use out of what I can," the sorcerer says, garnering a look of confusion from the saleman.
"Never mind. How much? I have a few things to sell that ought to help..."
Nathan hands over his available coin and his wand, but after the assessment comes up just a tad short. Frowning, he pulls a scroll case from his backpack and flips through several parchments.
"You know, if they're shooting arrows I can always blink out," he finally decides, and adds one of the scrolls to the pile. He fits the new ring on the middle finger of his left hand, where it seats itself comfortably.
"Now then. Time I was getting back to work," Nathan says. He gives the salesman a smile and nod, then wanders back out to return to The Lilypad with his party.
A disheveled-in-an-attractive-way young man enters the Pearl via its Hruthrip location, and starts to peruse the cloaks in stock as his companions claim the gear they've just re-acquired payment for. After a thorough search, however, he walks away frowning, apparently not having found what he was after.
He repeats the process throughout the shop, several times moving to one section to look for something, only to leave disappointed. After a while, he turns to the air above his left shoulder, muttering, "No, this is not divine punishment for anything. It's just bad luck. You know, I think I liked you better when you weren't speaking to me."
Finally, while perusing the ring case, Nathan seems to find what he's looking for. He points. "That one. Helps you get better rest, doesn't it?" the man behind the counter nods.
"I get little enough sleep with the nag squad, anyway. Might as well get use out of what I can," the sorcerer says, garnering a look of confusion from the saleman.
"Never mind. How much? I have a few things to sell that ought to help..."
Nathan hands over his available coin and his wand, but after the assessment comes up just a tad short. Frowning, he pulls a scroll case from his backpack and flips through several parchments.
"You know, if they're shooting arrows I can always blink out," he finally decides, and adds one of the scrolls to the pile. He fits the new ring on the middle finger of his left hand, where it seats itself comfortably.
"Now then. Time I was getting back to work," Nathan says. He gives the salesman a smile and nod, then wanders back out to return to The Lilypad with his party.
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