[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] The store (headed from the tunnels)
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] Vamon[/center]

The small amount of people that were littering the dirty, dark streets of Shezze, were staring at Guthrie has he slowly made his way through the village. It was a curious mix of frightened stares of people who seemingly were ready to get as far away as humanly possible from the bruised fighter, and of people either smiling or giving him looks of amazement at the man they had never seen before. No-one dared to get close to him though, the townsfolk of Shezze were too caution of a people to do that. But who could blame them? Guthrie certainly didn't. He knew how it was like for people to have strangers walk into town unannounced. 

Especially when said stranger half carried, half dragged the corpse of a snake of a monstrous size. 

From the whispers and hushed words that he snatched up from those he passed, he quickly put the pieces together; a nest of Dragon Tails, a species of giant snakes that dwelled in total darkness deep down in the earth, had appeared and wrecked havoc amongst the populace of Shezze. The garrison had been quick to deal with the threat, but clearly missed one of the snakes, which slipped away into one of the tunnels. Luckily Guthrie was the one finding it. Even more luckily, he managed to cut of it's head before it could cause anyone any harm. Or worse, kill him. 

While Guthrie's travel to Shezze wasn't because of his unique skills in serpent-slaying, he figured he could make use of the oppertunity to stock up before heading on further. A rather amused child pointed him in the direction of the store, in return of him touching the snake. After a short pat on its severed head and a few more stares at him, Guthrie finally found himself standing in what he presumed was "The Square". It was empty, deserted, void of any signs or forms of life, except the oil lamp that shined brightly and the two women standing there. They seemed busy by themselves, so Guthrie simply nodded in their general direction and headed for the store. 

As if the body of the dead snake wasn't enough, a large, furry dog appeared from behind Guthrie to trot camly forward and (somehow) open the door for its master. Guthrie smiled at his canine friend, and walked inside. [color=#FF0000]"Do you buy snakes? Big ones, like this one?"[/color] He said out, before realizing someone else was trying to sell their goods to the shop-keeper. A man, shorter and less built than Guthrie himself, wearing dark clothes, with nearly white hair. [color=#FF0000]"Where can I put this? It IS as heavy as it looks, just letting you know."[/color]