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[color=CA6F1E]Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza
Interactions: Slick[@FunnyGuy]
Equipment: The clothes on his back, glaive, lockpicking kit, small knife, and a pouch of amas.
Purchases: Lockpick kit, Glaive, and a knife[/color]
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[color=E0B061]The blacksmith outing proved to be an exciting trip, a welcomed distraction from the gruesome display the group had witnessed earlier. Leaf, much like a child in a store full of dangerous and expensive things, felt the need to touch and try out just about anything he could get his hands on. As a proud cat, confident in his ability to defend himself with tooth and claw he’d never felt the need to have a weapon constantly by his side, weighing him down. But the war changed things and Leaf would not let feline pride make him foolish. 

Many of the weapons the blacksmith had were far too cumbersome for the cat, he knew he didn’t want some great heavy sword or ax slowing him down. Many of the smaller, lighter weapons were barely an improvement to his own claws but even so, he picked out a knife to keep by his side just in case. Maybe he’d get bored and could whittle himself something with it later. Bows and even crossbows were simply not for him, and he had little patience to stand around learning to shoot things from a distance. Eventually though, long after the others had picked out their purchases, Leaf found what he considered a thing of beauty. 

A [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/24/4d/6e244d336101c9a1335c3f5894c3d9f1.jpg]glaive[/url] with red and gold along the staff, decorated with ornate designs that reminded him of Myriamor, with a long sleek and sharp blade atop and a smaller spear-like tip at the bottom. This was what he needed, something that was light enough that it would not slow him down but added more opportunities for him to strike when claws and teeth were not ideal. It complimented him, its design reminded him of home, a piece of the desert beauty to carry with him on his travels. He toyed with it for a bit and the glaive felt right in his hands. Leaf did not hesitate to hand over the amas to call it his. 

Following the trip to the blacksmith, rooms were secured for the others in the group at the inn. Slick kept insisting on traveling what the human referred to as the more scenic route but what Leaf would call the wrong way unless one really enjoyed back alleys that pretty much led nowhere. He supposed that maybe cats and humans just had very different ideas about what was scenic. He popped out briefly as they settled in at the inn to pick up a couple of other things. He returned later, just in time for dinner, with another purchase that he didn’t mention to the others; a lockpicking kit. During his time apart from the group he’d tracked down his cheetah and sent Star to keep watch over the inn and she continued to do so even after he returned. Following dinner, he headed out with Slick to scout out the best places for the humans to train.

[color=CA6F1E]“And you do have a taste for that ‘flavor of life’?”[/color] Leaf asked after Slick had spoken. He tried to get a better understanding of Slick the human, who was neither an elf nor bounty hunter, but who seemed skilled in lying and pretty comfortable with lawbreaking. But Slick did have a point, acting outside the law was not something he could see Aurora being comfortable with, and the other two humans seemed to be made of far softer stuff than Slick, a quiet break after what they’d seen today would be better for them. If there wasn’t a lion imprisoned in a stable he’d have wanted nothing more than a quiet night as well. But it wasn’t something he could just forget about, and it would seem, neither could Slick. 

[color=CA6F1E]“But, I agree, we shouldn’t bring the others. Could be a one cat job though, if you ain’t tryin’ to end up in trouble here, being what you are and all. And, well, lions can be awfully ornery and I’m bettin’ the one they got caged up won’t look too kindly on anything elf-like.”[/color] Leaf offered Slick an out if he wanted one as they headed back to the inn. Breaking in wasn’t a big concern of his, and neither was getting caught; it was how things would go once the lion was out that held the most danger. Leaf could at the very least outrun a lion in the open, but that was assuming that freeing the lion didn’t end with him getting mauled. And that was a big if.[/color]