1st of Winter, 509 BV
Having gathered his food stock for at least the next 30 or so days Aku was feeling rather happy about his current situation. Together with his horse, a fairly unremarkable thing that he considered little more than a pack mule, the faux Myrian continued slipping through the crowds of the merchant district. There was one last place the man had to visit before leaving the city, and that was the local blacksmith and weapon house. If winter was approaching and Akuaysun was headed into the desert he would not be able to forage for long. Hunting was the alternative, which meant he needed a means of striking targets from a distance, but also there were other supplies the man needed to gather.
Much thought had been put into the idea on the travels westward, and Aku had settled that he wanted a bow, a short one for mid range attacks and maneuverability. He assumed that Riverfall, being a land of famed warriors would have such things, as well as the climbing gear he needed. Being a city built on a cliff side was no easy task and it only made sense that these men would have the means to scale rock faces.
When at last he found the local, the man working the counter caught him with a suspicious glare. Aku smiled politely, or as politely as a Myrian could, in fact it likely looked more like a sinister grin to the Akalak as Aku pondered the thought while proceeding to look about. In his arms he took up an assortment of things, Aku was in luck because it seemed that this shop not only dealt in weapons but also travel equipment and base linens and cottons. This was of coarse more than alright with Aku who was happy to see his errands had been substantially reduced by the find.
When at last he made it to the counter, he laid before the clerk a plethora of items. The Akalak sifted through it, jotting down each thing on a notepad, while occasionally looking up at Aku, most likely wondering if a “filthy heathen” could afford such a selection at once, and if so, who the man had robbed to procure the coin. On the list of gathered items was a Climbers kit priced at eighty gold mizas, a woodsman’s ax for four of the same, four pints of oils at one silver miza each, and an assortment of garments. He also set with the tools a well crafted black leather Climber’s Quiver and twenty arrows alongside a polished composite recurve bow. Its wood had been shined and stained to a ebon luster, with streaks of dark chocolate showing through.
The clothes were nothing special, simple things with little to no decoration but enough to stay warm in, and protect the body from any moving parts of the armor that was most likely designed to fit over them. Aku had paid little mind to the numbers he was grabbing and was happy to see it all wrote down when the clerk offered his bill for examination. The slip read, 3x Cotton Pants – 1sm ea. 2x Wool Pants – 5sm ea. 4x Leather Pants – 8sm ea. 1x Standard Fur Cloak – 20gm ea. 1x Leather Jacket – 1gm ea. 3x Cotton Shirt – 1sm ea. 3x Cotton Tunic – 5sm ea. And 3x Cotton Sash – 2sm ea.
Aku nodded, adding the coins in his mind and laying them out, as the clerk began to wrap everything neatly and placed it into a simple bundle tied with twine. Two hundred and fifty seven gold and three silver mizas lay on the counter, pulled from Aku’s pack as part of a job he had taken back in the final fringes of summer. The job had without a doubt been worth the trouble at this point as the collection of things laid before him, and after a quick count merchant and customers parted ways. Aku to put the items into their new homes and the clerk back to his work.