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[b]Coinage:[/b] 8 Silver, 5 Copper
[list][*]The (shredded) clothing on his back.
[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
    Comfortable, but only one.
[*]A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
    Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]Frozen canteen of water
[*] Map of the Under roads.
    A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.
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Sorcha’s murmured assessment of the blades made sense for Isidore. Certainly a better material than Dirithen steel for Augusta then, if such weapons were able to be attuned more easily with magic too. The man took one of the blades himself, pinching the edge and slowly applying more and more strength to it, just to see how well they flexed. Soft as they were, he could expect to cleave through them in a single swing, perhaps. In which case, how could he maneuver an Urutha swordsman into such a position, when their combat style will doubtlessly focus on evasion and footwork to make up for the deficiencies in their material?

He tabled such simulations in the same movement that saw the blade returned to the rack, turning his attentions to Sorcha directly.

[b]“I would love to collect.”[/b] Isidore responded, stepping closer to the lady knight. [b]“And as for my payment, it’ll be you.”[/b] His eyes slid from one corner of the dimly-lit armory to another, before returning his gaze back upon her. [b]“But a private dinner and an evening without obligations would be more appropriate for that.”[/b] He unslung his halberd from his shoulder, one hand massaging, loosening the muscles of his neck.

[b]“So, for now, fight me.”[/b]

It was one thing to witness it from a distance, but quite another to experience it himself. If Rullphana were one of the strongest mages across the realm, then Sorcha may very likely be one of the strongest blademages too, possessing monstrous physical capability without looking the part.

[b]“And don’t hold back."[/b] A thin smile to hide the rising anxiety that threatened to seep out from the cracks of his outward calm. [b]"I won’t die so long as you don’t strike to kill twice.”[/b]