Smashed World, Part II


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Durban, Lorcan
"I'm sorry but I don't know who your friends are, so I can't help."

Horros
Samantha's grip is strong and steady.
"I'm walking in my father's footsteps, he was the best smith of his time before he lost his arm in the War."
She nods at the dagger held by Horros.
"That one is of the last ones he created. I haven't been able to find out what the red metal is, despite many inguiries."

Haplo
The 'old man' removes his fake beard, revealing the face that looks like it belongs to a middle-aged man, planted on the body of a child.
"Please, move in, everything will be explained as soon as you get to see Big Boss."
By this time, some of the people have noticed you and started staring at you. Some of them in distrust, others in fear, the youngest of them curiously, like they had never seen somebody as tall as Haplo.
 
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Dalamar said:
"I'm sorry but I don't know who your friends are, so I can't help."

Lorcan shrugs. "No matter. We'd like two mugs of ale, and whatever you might have available for lunch." He pulls a gold coin out of his belt pouch and places it on the bar. "Make sure it's something good." he adds with a grin.
 


Durban

"Aye, two mugs, fine idea, Lorcan." Durban seems visibly relieved to no longer be talking to the young woman. While waiting for his drink to appear, Durban scans the crowd, looking for weapons- especially monk weapons.

If I'm right, then a city where weapons are peace-tied, there's a good chance for some other martial artists.
 

"I'm not sure about the metal either, " Horros puts the dagger away, "but you have my condolence, the world lost a great talent with your fathers arm. I must also commend you about choosing your fathers craft, there aren't many women who choose the path of a smith."
 

Durban, Lorcan
"Yes, mister. Please, take a table and I'll bring your drinks and some food over in a moment."
The girl then returns to the kitchen area.

Durban and Lorcan scan for a table, finding a clean one with three chairs under it.
Durban notices very few arms carried by anybody. There are a few shortswords, a couple of daggers and one man has two yo-sticks attached to his belt.

Horros
"The skills have been passed from father to son for generations. Well, I was my father's only child when he lost his arm..."
She shrugs her shoulders.
"Anyway, can I interest you in buying some weapons or armor?"

Haplo
Haplo walks among the small people, needing to stoop down a bit to not hit his head to the ceiling.
Soon he arrives, still led by the same small man, to a reinforced wooden door. His guide knocks a series of knocks. After a small moment the door starts opening inside. Haplo is becconed inside.
Stepping inside, he quickly noticed that the room is large enough to accommodate him standing straight.
Opposite from where he entered with his guide, an old looking small man is sitting on a chair. His clothes are cleaner than those possessed by those Haplo saw earlier but otherwise similar, simple and practical.
As he talks, his voice is formal and controlled.
"Greetings, tall one. I am Eugenoth Longfingers, the head of these people. Before we start talking, I'll ask if you know who we are, my people and I?"
 



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