[h3][center]Ethan[/center][/h3] There was no one to hear Ethan. As he would approach the village there was nothing but an empty chair and the brazier. Even those torches he saw from afar was nowhere to be seen. The village was quiet. As he would go through he would not spot a single soul as the mudstone buildings had their windows shuttered, their doors locked, and not even a whisper if Ethan tried to listen inside. It was quiet. Too quiet. There was, however, some rustling in a distance. The source was uncertain but it came in the direction of a large two story building. From the sign that showed a fat sack, perhaps this was a general store. Logically, this would be where Ethan has to pick up his supplies. But just like the rest of the buildings the store was closed up for the night. This was the final place for pick ups. Perhaps it's not too late to turn back now having obtained 2/3 of what he was suppose to have obtained. After all he had arrived here late at night. What will our hero do? [@Searat] [hr] [h3][center]Livia[/center][/h3] Livia would be served personally by Sips, who takes the vouchers and puts them underneath the counter. [b]"Righty there miss, one Magic Hammer coming right up."[/b] Sips hops off his stool and goes grabs a metal bottle and lightly shakes it. When he opens it glowing blue fumes come out of the bottle as he mixes up the drink for Livia, douring the vibrant translucent blue booze along with a single candied cherry. By the time the cherry floated to the top it almost looked like it was floating on blue mist, but as the drink settled it would become clear and almost invisible. [b]"Magic Hammer. A minty magic mead. Enjoy."[/b] Sips says with a nod as he goes to the kitchen to handle some orders. By this time the tavern was starting to fill up with other patrons, mostly townfolk and a few militiamen. Some noticed Livia and spoke in hush whispers, one who even had the courage to come sit next to her. He seemed a young man; likely younger than Livia herself. He ordered a Pegasus Ale as he worked up the nerve to say something. [b]"Ah, hi there. You must be new in town, right? I'm Petr, a soldier in the militia. What's your name?"[/b] He seemed polite enough. His mates were watching from another table to see how successful he would be in charming the foreign beauty. [@Rune_Alchemist] [hr] [h3][center]Jo[/center][/h3] The older gentleman chuckled. [b]"Not like we just founded a new nation here. Most of the items we have was brought back from home, and this is just the surplus. We're still expanding and hopefully before long we'll get more regular customers to buy up old inventory."[/b] When Jo tried to spook the man, he was certainly frighten. And if Jo would've looked carefully, he would've noticed the man was so frighten that he already had a knife pouted directly at Jo's groin. It was a small hooked knife, like a talon. Easy to hide and liable to rip and tear instead of stabbing. Even after Jo explained his case, the older gentleman simply moved the knife away from his private regions as it vanished up his sleeve. [b]"Hmph. Well, depends on the type you want to scare. Suppose any sort of young ruffian would be fearful of a blade even if it's not a large one. For intimidation alone, I suppose you'll want a serrated dagger and an open scabbard. Alternatively, the orcs by the mining barracks make some rather brutal looking blades themselves."[/b] The man showed Jo the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/40/97/5a/40975ab7cc7d5205eafdcf4f6a2305a8.jpg]serrated dagger[/url], though it was the only one they had. [b]"This is an old one way before the town got started. A flame dirk they called it since it has a flame shaped blade. It's the only one in stock and not many liked it; the edge pattern made it awkward to cut with and unless you put a lot of strength into it, stabbing with this weapon is strange too. The way I hear it though knives like these were common among witches and the like as ritual knives. So if you want an intimidating weapon by look and history, this might be your best bet. Two gold coins."[/b] [@Expolar] [hr] [h3][center]Katherine[/center][/h3] Just like Livia, Katherine was served up a Magic Hammer mead. Unlike Livia, no one seemed to approach her. In fact many of the patron's didn't seem to notice or avoided her entirely. The only ones who gave her any looks were the workers themselves. They seemed somewhat worried but carried on with their business. The only one who kept an eye on her was the masked elven bouncer Revas. Though it was hard to tell since his mask covered his face, even Katherine could feel his piercing stare as if he was trying to analyze her. Aside from looking however, Revas did nothing and life went on. Though Katherine could feel as if she needed to do something... That there was some business in Underhaven she needed to take care of. The ribbon in her hair felt warm, comforting even. And in Katherine's eyes it seemed to have a soft soothing glow. [@Pyromania99] [hr] [h3][center]Antaeus[/center][/h3] Following Antaeus' direction, the stretcher was made quickly enough. The orc carefully laid the wounded girl onto it and lifted it up. It was difficult on his own but the stretcher was definitely going to hold. However things weren't looking too good on Antaeus's end. The knife he was using was not meant for this sort of work, and the stag's hide was insanely difficult to cut through unlike the typical type of deer. By the time the orc was done with the stretcher Antaeus wouldn't even have finished cutting a single line through the Stag. The orc seemed concerned. [color=00a651]"Oi chum, dis ain't da time fer dat. I get dat this must be a great bounty an all dat, but it's already nighttime. I don't wanna meet wotever is out an bout at night round ere, specially not if I gotta carry a wounded doll wif me. Could ye just... Cut off it's head or sumthin? Take it's horns? We gotta go."[/color] [@Zeroth]