| 1st of Winter, 514 AV |
Redire was intrigued the moment he stepped out of his home, wandering the streets of Alvadas without purpose. His goal was to pick apart certain buildings that would provide any supplies he needed through his daily routines. The Vantha back home would've enjoyed sharing stories of how the scenery shifted or how they would compare it to some beast that could not be bested. Pulling himself out of his reverie, he made an attempt to recall the information that a catalogue had about the shifting buildings and how one shop stayed in place longer than the others. This shop in particular sold various arms and armor and could be identified by its rather large shape.
The name was lost to Redire, as the catalogue was written in common and would faintly recall the words "Kit" or "Kraft" being used in the same sentence. It wasn't till a thick smell of...something, loomed in the air and caught his attending. Using the odor as a marker, he eventually found the source, coming from the forge of Kitrean Krafts. Recognizing the two words on a convenient signpost, he entered the shop.
The heat inside was intense...at least for him, pulling on the collar of his shirt to allow some air-flow. Behind the counter, was the man Redire assumed was the owner, welcoming the new customer with a smile. Taking a moment to acknowledge and smile back at him, he resigned to using his crude knowledge of the Common language to ask, "Where is Archer gear?" Thankfully, the owner understood and pointed to a wall that had an assortment of bows and other useful items.
What he needed were arrows and simple armor...that and something to prevent him from harming himself when pulling the string back on his bow, so he grabbed:
Receipt :
Once he had amassed the items for purchase, he grabbed his pouch and paid the vendor, who gave his thanks. Gathering what he could into his backpack, he set out back home, relying heavily on the key that acted as his compass.
