Date: Spring 57th Location The great Bazaar "Your saying most of the equipment the knights use are made by the same blacksmith?" Though Bolivar did not smile the faintest hints of approval was seen as he talked with a street merchant in this odd market. It was part of the castle yet some parts of the market stretched outside in the crisp Syliran spring air. "This blade is terrible. You could not reliably cut bread with this much less a man." The mixed blood's lips were drawn in a set line as the scene quickly deteriorated to make it look like the squire was just heckling the man. "My dear patron requested I got a myriad of metals to work on my instruction on how each type has unique properties worth considering. Somehow that is also to be used as a metaphor for learning my place in the city but I've yet to ascertain what was meant there. Do you have any idea?" Listening to the trader for a few more tics Bolivar was back to arguing with the man as he waved his hand in disapproval. "I would not give four Mizas much less six for this quality and purity. You should be ashamed of yourself claiming these blade is worth higher then the five Miza allowance Ser Bradshaw Therdon has provided." Exhaling hard Bolivar quietly calmed himself as his mind raced faster then he could process. These would not last a chime in a Sultros market. If an Isur displayed this as their work they could have to be but a child to be exempt from the hazing the brothers would deal out. Though it was a harsher method great forges and smithies in the isur clans have been made from such methods. "Cut me." With the pair's back and forth Bolivar was starting to realize that there would be no persuading the merchant to go lower. Starting on about the fees he had to pay to the knights to even set up shop Bolivar realized he had to make his move now. Otherwise he might start agreeing with the man. "You heard me. Cut me. If what you sell is of good quality then I will not argue with you anymore. I shall pay the difference from my own wallet." Offering the man the dagger Bolivar reassured the man no harm will come of this ultimatum. "An isur's worth is based on many things. One being the state of his body." His left arm having a slight tinge of green Bolivar gestured to his arm before crossing them on his chest. "Swing down incompetent trader. Make your cut deep and you shall get you money's worth." A look at Bolivar and one can tell he was truly committed in this deal. An isur simply did not back down and being a magus saw things in a different light. Bringing his arm down a sheen of sweat enveloped the man as the dagger nearly hit the floor below them. Looking up his eyes looked back at the squire with a hint of fear. Perhaps for the squire's well being but probably for his own. "Hand me that dagger." Extending his right hand Bolivar grasped at the hlt before giving a quick look over at the blade. Setting it aside he looked down on his arm seeing the small bead of blood suddenly accumulating on his arm. Putting his right thumb in his mouth Bolivar wiped away the blood in his arm before looking back at the marchent. "Your hips merchant." Finally putting a reassuring pat on the man's shoulders Bolivar gave an ample spank on the man's buttocks. "You gotta move your hips with the strike! Otherwise your arms will lack the power to cut with any real authority." Giving a stolid stare the merchant finally realized that the worst was over. No sudden punishment, the mixed blood kept to his word. "Tell you what. I shall meet you halfway today. The whole of the allowance my Ser patron provided for the lot which we were talking about." Satisfied with a job well done Bolivar stashed his new materials in his backpack before taking one last look around the area. Something new always seemed to catch Bolivar's eyes in a market. |