Looking for the Oakleaf (ATTN Kirion)

[Savael]

Percev put his feet on the table with a heavy sigh, the rickety chair he sat on creaking dangerously as he tilted it backwards to stand on only two of it's four battered legs.

He'd said he'd be here, the man called Oakleaf "...in the morning and the afternood, but not the evening..." It was about noon now, and Percev figured that he could keep an eye open for the man sitting down as well as standing up. Currently however, he was enjoying a rather fine cup of Sembian ale, his grizzled old face lighting up as the burning nectar washed down his throat.

He would get up and look for the man of course, but not until he'd finished his cup of ale, and then perhaps another one...

 

[Kiron_Oakleaf]

Walks in and moves to the bar and orders some wine. Walks over at sits down at Savael's table.

"I'm here now, what does you master need?"

Sips his wine

 

[Savael]

Percev jumped suddenly as Kirion sat down at his table. The young elf had come at him quite suddenly, and so Percev found himself a bit startled - it was he who was supposed to find him, after all, not the other way around!

None the less, Percev composed himself, drained the last of his cup and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face lighting up.

"My master has need of a full suit of breastplate armour" he began "crafted to provide him with the utmost in personal protection, yet not infringing upon his flexibility" He went quiet for a moment, apperantly trying to remember something. Suddenly, his weathered face lit up once more.

"Also, my master requests that a stylised "S" be carved into the corner of the plate covering his chest. The shoulder and neck guards are to be made out of Gorgon scales, a material my master will provide you with himself"

"If you should mannage to complete this task within the span of one month, my master will refurbish you with no less than 750 gold coins. Would this arrangement be satisfactory?"

 

[Kiron_Oakleaf]

Kiron smiles slightly and leans back in his chair as he pulls a pad of paper from his pocket and writes everything down.

"I'll do it, but I must know when I can get the Gorgon Scales from your Master".

Kiron sets the paper on the table and sips his wine.

 

[Savael]

The short man cast a mournful glance into his empty cup of mead. How had its contents disappeared so soon? He could brood about that later though, he thought, turning his attention back to Kirion.

"Seeing as how Gorgon scales are quite valubale in it's own right, my master does not wish to leave them in your care until you are about to begin the work. After all, who knows what hoodlums lurk in this quaint town of ours?"

"I would recommend you send a runner to find me at this tavern, and my master shall send the required materials with an escort as soon as possible" he buckled his chair back again, planting all it's four feet firmly on the hardwood floor. "Is this an arrangement you can operate under, goodman Oakleaf?"

 

[Kiron_Oakleaf]

Kiron finishes whats left of his wine and scowls.

"I won't send a runner, I will be back tommorow for the scales and I will start emediatly"

He stands and moves towards the door and glances back.

"If I get the scales I can have the armor done in about two weeks, if you wait too long though, well, we shall see what happens"

Walks out the door without looking back.