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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kaodi" data-source="post: 6468908" data-attributes="member: 1231">Suldrel returns his sister's embrace warmly, then turns to motion goodbye to everyone else before grabbing his things and heading out the door. Upon exiting the elf lets out a long breath of air. When they had set out seemed like more than a day or two in the past, and despite not shying away from letting his voice be heard he was ill-suited to carrying on long and quick paced conversations. Especially when more than one of his companions was of such, energetic, temperament. He already had a pretty good idea of what he was looking for and decided to head to the nearby market first before heading across town to the smithies. Suldrel felt sometimes that he had never quite adequately been able to thank Shalelu for taking him and Sachiko in with her family. Being a trained carpenter he was able to contribute his fair share by keeping the house in good order and earning a wage, but once taking care of Sachiko figured in there had never been much left over for his older adoptive 'sister' . With the windfall from purging the goblin village he was now in a position to change that though.Shalelu, for her part, often kept to herself travelling the wilds. She could provide for herself well, and avoid dangers, but gear inevitably suffered wear and tear. Suldrel knew the merchant in the market well that furnished Shalelu with her gear and he knew that at the moment he was stocking some particularly high quality kits. It was costing him what seemed a small fortune for such a thing, but he was certain it would provide an upgrade over what she was currently carrying with her. The next matter to attend to was some new arms for himself. The elf was not entirely comfortable spending that much gold to arm himself when he had trusted in his worn leather armour and sturdy longspear for years, even before reaching Sandpoint, but this talk of skeletons worried him. Such undead were hardly rampaging dragonkin, but they were unnatural and unclean. He would need something better suited to smashing bones than a mere spear tip, and armour that was a little sturdier would not hurt either. A new suit of armour he tended to first. Leather, a bit stiffer than that he wore now (though that could also be attributed to age) and covered in metal studs that could hamper blows. Though he bought it for function, in style craftsmen of the Southlands put their armour together a bit differently as well. A sharp-eyed traveller like Sandru would have been able to spot his Northern attire before for what it was. And it had always eased his mind just a little that it was not only his exotic features that might make him stand out here. Not so anymore it would seem.Heading over to the weapon smiths he was unsure of what the weapon he was looking for was called, but he had a good idea of its characteristics. Suldrel used a longspear because reach was critical in the land of his childhood. What he sought now had a long spike instead of a spear blade, but which would do for stabbing enemies well enough. However, quite differently it also possessed a hammer head for crushing blows opposed by a hooked spike for pulling things down or apart. With this he would be sacrificing mostly familiarity instead of function, for it was a sturdily built weapon.Finally, to round out his purchases with something else quite expensive, the elf found a purchased a strong short bow. For an extra third of the price he could have gotten a longbow like Shalelu, but it was his younger sister that was ever in his mind and he wanted something she could use in a pinch. For some reason she had always found the longbow a bit too unwieldy. Picking up a quiver of arrows with it he payed the vendor and turned his attention to other matters.Before he headed home there was one other stop he wanted to make. He felt he had given the ranch owner he was currently working for the impression that he would be coming back to work after returning from the raid. His promise to Sachiko came first, but he did not want to leave his employer in the lurch either. So he tracked him down and gave him a pair of gold coins to hire a replacement from the guild in town to cover him for a few more days at least. Money he expected to be repaid, of course, but mostly Suldrel was just interested in avoiding a fuss for now.With that over, the elf turns towards home. He expects Shalelu might still be engaged with Sachiko's story and report, but perhaps she will be home to receive his appreciation. Feeling just slightly paranoid upon leaving the town proper, he keeps his eyes open for bony looking interlopers.OOC: Masterwork Survival Kit, 50 gp. Studded Leather: 25 gp. Bec de Corbin 15 gp. Composite Shortbow 75 gp. 20 Arrows 1 gp. Misc 2 gp.</blockquote>

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