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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2020 2:23:52 GMT
Despite its humble surroundings, Old Amos's is where savvy adventurers go if they need weapons or other equipment tailor made for them. The dwarves that live there are legendary craftsman and their prices match their talent.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 3, 2020 20:53:16 GMT
Kjell arrived at this place as well to see if the magic rifle could be fixed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 21:02:05 GMT
The noise of hammers clanking and the steaming hiss of steel being cooled fills her ears as she approaches but it’s hardly an unfamiliar sound. An acrid smell permeates the air when she walks into the shop, which is organized but dirty with the carbon in the air. Three dwarves work in perfect coordination with each other before one turns and approached her. “‘Afternoon miss,” he said in a curiously formal tone, “how can I help you today?”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 3, 2020 21:08:43 GMT
She stopped a moment and looked around the shop, taking in the scene. It could have been reminiscent of home if it wasn't filled with dwarves. "Afternoon," she echoed. "Do you have experience fixing guns with magical properties?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 21:16:51 GMT
Amos nodded. “That’s our livelihood,” he said. “Ain’t too many magical guns running loose but I done work on a few in my day. Elf gunslinger? Times they are a-changing,” he added. “Mind if I take a look at the piece needs fixing?”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 3, 2020 21:25:40 GMT
Times were always changing, Kjell thought. That was how time worked. She said nothing, however, and unslung the rifle to show it to the dwarf.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 21:33:01 GMT
The dwarf looked at it and studied it like Kjell studied tragedy. After two or three somewhat uncomfortable minutes the smith nodded. “I can fix it,” he said. “Any particular hurry you’re in?”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 3, 2020 21:38:33 GMT
“Depends. How much time are we talking?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 21:43:45 GMT
“Well,” the dwarf said, “we need at least five or six days, but we do get rather busy, you understand. Sometimes these projects can last a month or so. All depends on the urgency of the issue.” Presumably urgency and “price” were somehow correlated.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 3, 2020 22:02:04 GMT
“Alright,” she said, definitely not interested in spending an entire month in the city. “How much if it’s the next five or six days?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 22:48:23 GMT
The dwarf looked at the gun and then the elf. “Two hundred,” he said. He was probably adding on an elf tax.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 4, 2020 6:10:05 GMT
She actually snorted at the presented sum. "How about two weeks time and no elf tax?" she asked sharply, running out of patience with this place quick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 6:14:17 GMT
The dwarf chuckled. “A week and a hundred,” he said, snorting with laughter. “Dwarfish elves appeal to me more than the rest of yer oversized kind.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 4, 2020 6:33:29 GMT
"Done," she said, trying very hard to suppress just having been called dwarfish. "I'll give you fifty in advance, the rest when it's fixed," she said, fishing out the coins and handing them over.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 10, 2020 19:35:47 GMT
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A week later, Kjell returned to pick up the gun.
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