Durban, Lorcan
The man smiles a bit.
"No, I don't mind a bit. These are simple weapons, but require training to use properly. They were developed my monkish order and each one of us is trained in their use."
As Durban converses with the man, the young girl brings their food and drink to the table where Lorcan is sitting.
The meal consists of boiled potatoes, brown sauce, and sausage.
Horros
"How much can you afford? The finer the design and better the balance, the more they're going to cost you."
Haplo
The man points his finger to a pile of pillows.
"Take a seat, it's no use for you to just stand there."
After Haplo takes seat, the man starts to tell a tale.
"I hope you know of the War between the civilized races and the undead that took place quite some time ago.
What they don't tell you youngsters about the War, is that there were more races back then than what we have today. We are one of the races that your people think perished during the War.
We are halflings, a small folk as you can see.
When the bigger fold decided it was time to retreat, our small legs couldn't hold the speed they had.
The only reason we prevailed was that some of us disguised as uman childs and got a free ride."