[h1][color=ForestGreen][center]Vamon[/center][/color][/h1]
[center][color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] The store, then leaving into the square[/center][center][color=ForestGreen]Interacting with:[/color] Guthire, Spencer[/center]


Vamon was a little disappointed, but he could understand the man’s reasoning. Expecting a small shop like this to have that much money lying around might have been a little naive. He still hadn’t quite adapted to life in a city smaller than Belizarius, there was much less of pretty much everything. But the man did raise an interesting point, the barracks might be a better client. That said, they would probably be a bit harsher with their price, but any money was good at this point. He was about to respond when the door swung open behind him. He glanced back to see a dog opening the door to the shop, followed by a rather large man carrying the body of a snake. The man was a formidable sight, standing much taller than Vamon. He had the frame of a warrior, and from the size of the snake it seemed he had the muscle to back it up. But what caught Vamon’s attention was the snake, or to use its proper name, the Dragon Tail. He had read about them before during his studies on venom and poison crafting.  It was a shame the beast had been killed though, the venom is much easier to harvest from a live subject.

[color=ForestGreen]“That’s quite the impressive catch. If you could bring one in alive I might have offered you quite a sum for it”[/color] Vamon said as he looked over the man. Vamon quickly studied him for any markings of the church, but was relived to not see any. [color=ForestGreen]“Well if you would excuse me, I need to visit the barracks.”[/color] He turned back to the storekeeper and offered a wave. [color=ForestGreen]“Thank you for your time”[/color] He carefully made his way around the large man and his various animals, both alive and dead, and made his way outside. He closed the door behind him and let out a little sigh. He was hoping he could get the money and be done for the day, but it seemed like he still had some work to do. He glanced around for a moment before he realised that he hadn’t actually gone to visit the barracks yet since he arrived in town. Even more so, he realised that he didn’t know where they were. Rather than try and discover them by chance though, he decided to ask someone for directions. He looked around the square and saw it was mostly empty, apart from a small girl sitting and reading. She seemed fairly comfortable, so Vamon assumed she might live nearby.

[color=ForestGreen]“I guess a local kid might know…”[/color] He muttered to himself before he made his way over to the girl. She seemed to be older than he originally thought, but she would still only be around twelve or eleven. But something seemed a little odd. The book she was reading was actually one he had in his library at home. It was far beyond the years she seemingly possessed, but she was happily reading away. [color=ForestGreen]“That’s a rather difficult book”[/color] He said as he stood near the bench. [color=ForestGreen]“I believe I have read the same one. But I never could have read it when I was your age. Your reading ability is rather advanced”[/color] He was always happy to see someone reading intellectual books, especially when it was someone so young. He tried his best to speak softly, his voice tended to scare children so he had to be careful. [color=ForestGreen]“Sorry to interrupt, but you wouldn’t happen to know where the barracks were?”[/color] He put on a smile, forgetting that he was wearing a mouth mask. The mask really did limit the amount of emotion he could display, but it was far easier than making excuses for the brand.