Scotley
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scotley, you left out the '/' from the second '[sblock]' dude!
OOC: Damn, I hate to leave a 'slash' showing. Fixed!
scotley, you left out the '/' from the second '[sblock]' dude!
Tau's eyes perk up as he examines the axe. "This looks familiar. It seems to be made in the style used by the Academy. Whoever made this must have been trained there. I have not the training to make such a weapon, but I have seen several examples. It enhances accuracy as well as damage and can store a spell that can be released upon the victim of your attack. Curiously is seems to have previously contained a curative spell. I would assume that such a tactic would be used against undead, but that is only speculation. It is a fine weapon, enjoy it well."
It sometimes pays to have a thread stalker, eh?
OOC: I have also edited my post accordingly.OOC: I'm not going to post anymore until I have some coffee, that was supposed (and now does say) 'cause' rather than cure. As I'm sure Soulfetter can attest having been on the receiving end.
Braz fixes a Maddie with a stare that she meets for a time but drops. Braz pulls out his bronze badge and places it on the counter. "Seems I have already been asked to join them Madam Halfling. Though perhaps my coin is not welcome here? Or my goodwill? Perhaps you do not want a Constable to frequent your establishment? Perhaps even you wish for me to bring your establishment up with the Guild Council? My good friend Rupert Lunkinberry, the gnomish owner of All That is Read, that fine book store down a few blocks, doesn't like to hear about buisnesses in the 14th tossing out customers. I am sure he would open an inquiry if I asked him to." says Braz coldly picking up his badge.
"But I am sure you merely spoke out of loyalty to your customers, and that I understand and appreciate. So maybe you would find the courtesy to allow me to establish my patronage here before you chastise me, eh? I am sure you treat these fellows well, or they would not come back much less have a room of their own. So I shall join my fellow constables and enjoy your hospitality so long as you extend it." says Braz stiffly as he heads over to Soul Fetter to have a stave.
To Soul Fetter he adds. "I meant that while I may not be glad to be here, I am indeed here. And as to what ruffled our hostesses feathers, if you lot come here for a stout beer straight from the field, well that dedication to alcohol I can appreciate and will enjoy." he says with a rare grin to Soul Fetter.
Finally to Thea he offers greetings and walks over to the door. "This is what I do." he says pointing at the lock. Those nearest it see a fine lock on the door. Ayone who looks can see an engraved door with a pir of boar's heads, recter and sinister, on the blade of a dwarven axe on the door. Above the door reads "Brazkan Locks".
"Let's see I must have made this here lock, about oh 25 years ago I would think. That is what I do, I make locks. A humble locksmith is all I am. Owner of Brazkan Locks. One of the finest lockshops in the city. Well before I shut her down to help you boys, er, lot out" says Braz with a small bow to Thea.