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[Ana Sol Starris]

Winter 20th, 512AV Wind Reach Trading Post Ana had decided it would be best to lay off the magick for a bit, the thief slunk about in a not too obtrusive way towards the Wind Reach Trading Post. After having of realized she would not find all that she needed in just Furs, Fins, and Feathers or anywheres else in the Spires. No, what Ana had in mind was equipment, she figured a spare weapon for her off hand would do if she were ever disarmed, or a ranged one, for when enemies were unsuspecting to her gaze. Whatever the case, she had gone to the Fur shop first and picked up a wolf pelt which was then tailored to wrap around her shoulders, and not obstruct her body engulfing cloak in any way, shape, or form; providing a much warmer thief. Gloves, which were made from the same wolf pelt, the total price there had amounted to 17gm, from the 100gm Ximal had given her the day prior. Happy for the warmth, she blew out white mist out from underneath her black hood, feeling oddly giddy today. Some of the other things Ana had in mind was a scarf, and a jacket (there was only so much a big cloak could do against the cold! Considering the only thing underneath it was her long sleeved shirt.) Perhaps something to cover her arms and hands more securely as well, a pair of gauntlets, practical in both protection and hiding the grassy green which was somewhat faded on her skin. Most of these items she would buy, to remain undetected if she were to peruse their wares long enough. Arrival was around mid-day afternoon; the sky was cloudy, and the air chilly. The enormous building was amazing to look at, and observe. Hard to believe the Spires never used any of the normal ways to make buildings, Ana remembered planks of wood, nails, hammers, saws, the usual way to build things, compared to that of the Spires culture. Inside she stepped, even more impressive still was the height of the giant building, how the laborers bustled about to and fro, back and forth, like little pack rats trying to get through the day. What a boring life that must be, Ana thought to herself, pitying them for their lack of ambition, but admiring their dedication to do something everyday, for bells at a time; without any excitement, how mind numbing that must be for them. Up the few stands, Ana went, examining everything there was before heading to the next table, there were tons of items- anything anyone could ever want. Slowly she found herself in front of the weapon stand, there wasn't much of a selection to begin with. Spires had no use for steel, and other metals, so it was quite understandable when all Ana found were a few swords and bows, a couple of daggers, scabbards included; few maces, axes, ect, ect. Different arrows set aside, with woven, tanned leather quivers at the tables sides. Not..really..much of a choice.. Ana thought, a little dismayed as the Inartan came by with a big smile, rubbing his hands together with a polite and charming ring to his voice. "I see we have a fighter," he swept his hand gently above the table in a gesture to mean to the weapons "see anything you like?" Did Ana see anything she liked? Her eyes rested on a dagger, its apropriate sheathe resting next to it, it seemed to be a tad shorter than her own shortsword "may I pick them up?" Her voice was quiet, but the Inartan seemed to have no troubles hearing her, and said she could. With her fur gloved hand she reached to pick it up, held it up, and looked, it was lighter than her shortsword was but was mayhaps just a few inches shorter than it, and it looked like a dagger to her. In her opinion at least. There was another, just like it, except it had a different qaulity about its metal, and it was perhaps an inch shorter than the first dagger.. She set the dagger which she was holding back down and picked that one up, feeling the blade through her gloved hand, she felt a chill seemingly emanate from it through her gloves. "That would be a cold iron dagger" the Inartan stated, watching her carefully as she looked up to him. "Anything different about it compared to actual iron.. or steel?" Ana was no expert concerning metals, or the different weapons out there. The Inartan seemed kind enough and explained it made a better qaulity weapon, as well as being cold, no matter how long its left in the sun, or near a fire. However it costed three times as much as a normal dagger, the one she had picked up first. Weighing her choices, and compared it to how much coin she would have- that seemed like a swell deal to her. Purchasing the cold iron dagger, and its sheathe combined- she fixed the weapon to the other side, the opposite of her shortsword which was on her right side.

[Vaspira]

Vaspira made her way to the tip of the Government Petal and came upon the Wind Reach Trading Post. The construction of the building was rather odd, it was just wooden slats that looked to be hand carved, it didn’t look like it had any nails or vines keeping it together, which astounded Vaspira. The Spires was just like living in the woods, yet a little more civilized, but everything screamed nature, and Vaspira loved that about this place. As she got closer she noticed that the building was huge, it towered above her small frame, and looked to stretch out for a good long ways. There wasn’t a door into the building, instead it was just a large opening posing as a doorway, as well as one on the roof of the building. As she walked into the building there were many laborers scurrying around inside the building, carrying what looked to be extremely heavy barrels and crates. Vaspira felt a sense of pride for these people, working as hard as they do, taking pride in their work earning every Miza in their pocket. Vaspira looked up at the large hole in the ceiling and saw several large nets hanging from the ceiling, how peculiar Vaspira thought to herself.

Vaspira was not much of a shopper; she liked to save her money. She had no need for clothes really, she preferred to be naked, and in winter she mostly stayed in her black leopard form to stay warm. Plus she had no one to impress with pretty clothes any ways. So, no, no shopping for pretty clothes for her today, instead she was looking for a new weapon. She loved her bladed cloak dearly, but in all practicality she needed something more than just that to defend herself with and train with. She walked past many different tables with a lot of pretty things on the table. Her eyes wanted to go towards the table with the pretty shineys on it, but she resisted and continued to browse around.

She finally came up to the table she was looking for and smelled a familiar human scent. She inhaled deeper using her heightened kelvic senses, to pinpoint whom was hiding underneath the cloak beside her. Finally she smell registered in her memory, it was that Ana girl from the 3rd. She did not know whether or not she would remember her or not, probably only would remember her stinky cat breath in her black leopard form since she was passed out. Either way, she looked busy looking at a cold iron dagger, it was a good choice by the way the Endal was describing it. When Ana placed the dagger on her person, Vaspira decided to speak up.

“Ana right? Hey, you may not remember me, but I was the one licking you in the face when you passed out on the nets, on the 3rd. In case you have forgotten, you did not catch it, my name is Vaspira. Vaspira held out her hand in greeting, with a warm friendly smile on her face.

[Ximal]

Xi had been hiding out most of the day down on the ground floor of the spires as usual however hi's weapons had been rolling around his body at times making his job more difficult. Right now he needed a new way of supporting them upon his person. So Xi thought he'd head to the one place he knew of that would have equipment suited to people other than jamoura. The tradeing post, he'd never really been there before but this place was enormous, stepping inside felt like walking into a new world. Though when he walked in he spotted two people he was familiar with, but he ducked out of the way. Realizing that they were chatting he completely ducked around them heading away to hunt for a weapon harness, and some bolts for his crossbow. Heading around the main walkway and towards the large line of shelves which stood as high as he was tall. Perhaps even a touch higher. still Xi spent some time scanning them for something that would be of use. Before he spotted a multi slot weapon harness. Which could be of use. It was about his size if a little small but had a lot of slots, two large ones on the back and three either side of the waist with two on the back. Beneath the two large slots at the rear of the waist. Good this would work. Glancing around Xi spotted something else that caught his eye, throwing axes. Xi lifted one up in his hands swung it lightly and then tossed it in the air allowing it to rotate around the centre of gravity. Good it's balance felt great. Four of them to fill up the extra slots of this harness. So that was four things he hadn't planned to acuire.

[Banir Ironwood]

Banir had taken the opportunity of the day to head to the trading post. Though the Spires was a great source of knowledge and learning. It severely lacked a forge and any opportunity to work with metal. And with that in mind he couldn't make an attempt to forge anything. That also meant he couldn't purchase anything he really desired, a set back that was soon to be rectified as he stood before the armour shop of the Wind Reach Trading Post. However he was quick to encounter a second problem. He was utterly terrible with addition, subtraction, and he still had some issues reading once in a while. Another 'gift' from his father. Rather than share his knowledge of the world around him he had opted to simply teach his son how to smith and get the shyke kicked out of you. Banir had been forced to learn everything else on his own. And with no teacher to help him along the way he feared he may have left out a few valuable lessons.

As he stood their chime after chime passed, even the vendor found his patience waning. The prices kept confusing him, the armour the man had on display was a nice steel. Finely crafted no doubt an apprentice Isur had crafted it, however it was too light, too thin for his liking. He was standing still trying to figure out a way to make a special order. All he wanted was steel that was three times as thick as normal. Though initially impractical it would be very useful if he could get used to the weight. Not to mention how fast and strong he'd be once he took it off. The idea was so appealing to him he was getting excited, though he didn't make a move his eyes where tinted a light yellow with his thoughts. However he seemed to remain oblivious to his surroundings as he focused on trying to add up the total cost, and how long it would take to make and get here. He could sell the armour he had right now to make up for the cost if it got too much. After all with his new armour what use would he have fore his old set. Sure it held sentimental value but he needed to improve himself and greatly. And there where few costs that he wouldn't pay in order to become stronger, better, faster, tougher. So focused he was on his mental task he would have hardly noticed someone standing beside him.

[Zandelia]

Zandelia found herself to be in a vile mood, positively seething with anger and a thirst for vengeance. It was not so surprising really, considering the communications she had received over the last few days. Days had been spent pondering the lack of contact from Garret, chimes trivializing the fact that he was a pointless accessory once thrown off and now taken back – a tit bit to arrange against her father’s might. He was a pawn, but he had his uses, few as they were. She did not miss his grovelling, but she did find herself missing his unique perspective upon her chief enemy. That was, of course, until she was given word upon which action could take place – ironic to say the least. Now, she found herself going to war, and war was what she needed to plan for. She was no one woman army figure, but she could try and style herself as one enough to win the day perhaps.

It was thus that she found herself making her way, winding and slowly, to the Inartan merchant area of the Spires.

It was a bustling hub of trade, one of the few that came from abroad and it was the better for it. Hagglers were in short supply, the vendors well versed in how much their goods were worth, but she heard a few heated exchanges as she pushed her way through the various types of buyer. Jamoura looking for foreign tools, mercenaries left behind after the Reclamation looking for weapons. Zandelia was looking for ways to wage war, in any way imaginable. She had thought long about what her weaknesses were in the physical world and had come upon a depressingly large list.

But I will correct that fact now she thought as she let her single eye sweep across the merchandise with vague, feigned interest.

It was strange, yet oddly empowering, for her to truly consider how much she was lacking. She felt a twinge of aggressive fear in how little she was actually protected from the dangers of the world. In Sunberth she had little to fear after all, despite its reputation for lawlessness. There was small amount of intelligence there, more likely to try and kill her in an alley than with tactical assault. It had its advantages in learning, but was poorly equipped to teach her reality in terms of coordinated fighting. She moved on towards what the Inartan reputedly excelled at, ranged combat weapons. As she passed the Longbows and larger weapons she knew she would never need them, her form of combat was not centred around pitched battle so much as speed and surprise. It was then that she came across a hidden gem, covered for the most part by other items.

“A Composite Shortbow,” she whispered to herself as she reached out to pick it up before any other could, “these are rare if they are made well. The power of a standard Longbow with the mobility of the Shortbow, very nice” she finished as she looked it over.

She caressed it, feeling out its shape and texture, testing its build and trying to hear the unspoken possibilities. It was a reliably made weapon, its body made of polished wood of an unknown type for her, amongst other materials she could discern with a cursory gaze. She was sure it was not as perfect as she hoped, but it was enough for her to wish to purchase it. She would have few opportunities for a repeat occurrence.

“Ahh, the lady has a good eye. A decent weapon, though inferior to the longbow. But...useful still” the red headed merchant finally made his way to her.

“A good eye?” she responded, raising her eyebrow and enjoying the expression up the little man’s facfe at his unknown blunder.

“I did not mean...”

“Of course you didn’t! But, still a poor choice of words. You are forgiven” she told him, knowing all too well a good position could be made from feigned generosity, “how much?”

“For you...100 gold rimmed Miza’s”

“For this? I’d only pay 60...60 at a pinch.. As you say, inferior to the others and they cost less”

“But they are considerably easier to craft, not possessed of the grace, Surely you can see this is expert level quality?”

“Expert you say? But I can see much better around from here,” she swept her hand across the assembled items, “, 70 gold rimmed Miza’s”

“Seventy-five!”

“Done! And some arrows too, in a quiver” she finalized the deal, counting out 75 Miza’s for the weapon, two gold for 20 bolts and a further twenty for a serviceable quiver and harness.

She went her way, weaving between the bodies towards further weapons for war, only marginally lighter of purse than she would have thought - 97 golden miza's less to be exact.

[Ana Sol Starris]

oocI hope it was okay if I took the liberty to do that, Banir. If you think I should change something, go ahead and tell me. ^_^ Edit: I just made it so Ana didn't walk away from Banir right away. Ana of course had noticed the taller girl come near, watching the endal and the cloaked figure intently (though Ana could only assume that, for her eyes were now scanning around for more things until they came to rest on the woman.) Quite taken by surprise, the woman seemed to know her- or this Vaspira seemed to from some time ago. What was the date now? Ana wondered as she tried to count the days slowly, she had to estimate it was around the 20th, give or take a few days. Why, the time flew so fast that Ana couldn't keep track of it very well, but she was edgy over this meeting, the woman simply had no tact, or she was doing this on purpose. The thief seemed to become a recluse, regarding the woman with suspicion; what were her motives? Simple kindness, a socialite? Or something more, bubbling and frothing underneath? Ana laughed a bit, a small chuckle in reality. Thinking carefully on what to say as she began to browse deeper into the selections around her, there were tons of things of course, items from the so called Wind Reach, and items from Spires as well. It was far more structured and organized than any Sunberth market there was, and had far more selection than a Zeltivan stall. Ana thought somewhat bitterly, remembering the times of her childhood of when she had snuck out of her house without parental supervision. Just her, and her brother, the inseperatable two. "Well, Vaspira," Ana eyed the black hair on the taller womans head, as well as the strikingly light blue eyes, features somewhat soft, if not accentuated, a seeming wild beauty gracing her face "I have no memory of passing out in the nets around the beginning of Spring.. Though.." Ana cocked her eyes up to the ceiling in thought, and then back down again "I had a very nice dream involving flying around that time, but I've never actually flyed.. Ahem. Excuse me though, I've a busy schedual- have a good day" The thief began to move on from the weapons stall, her interest in ranged weapons completely forgotten as she now worked her way towards the armor stalls. In search of protecting her person. She wasn't in any mood to converse with people really; though it wouldn't be in her control if the odd woman followed after. It was not completely a lie, Jakobi of course fretted over her being out and about too long, but kept to what he had said about not caging her in. His attempts were feeble, compared to the cage the Spires presented for her restless mind. As she moved closer and closer, looking around she saw a familliar frame once again- wearing trench coat and beat up armor, hood up, and scarf hiding most of his face. He was obviously male, as Ana had no experience with seeing a female be that tall, nor that bulky before, were there even women like that? They all seemed to be grace and flesh, while man was muscle and strength- most of the time. The thief stepped over lightly, next to him, tilting her head up to look at the tall mans face and then following the direction to what his eyes might have been looking at. It was rather hard to tell, being so short and to his immediate side, that scarf and hood hiding a great deal of facial cues, and she didn't really recognize him at all, he was simply familliar. He seemed to be looking in the direction of a suit of armor, surprisingly it was metal, perhaps it had come from the place called 'Wind Reach'? The shop keeper seemed rather annoyed, or impatient, but Ana paid him no mind, nor the man next to her as she looked at the table in front of her. It wasn't as if there was a line to be waiting in. What was she looking for exactly? Ana found herself slightly lost in her own search for armor, there seemed to be so many different types, rarely any metal. So she inquired lightly to the armor shop keeper "This would be my first time looking for armor.. I'm quite inexperienced.. Uhm.. What would you reccomend for maneurvibility? Something thats not heavy.. But uh.. helpful.. I don't know.." Ana began to flounder with her speech, using as many hand gestures as she could to get her point across, directing them to her arms and then legs. Nowheres near her chest, she wasn't interested in the chest armor so much as she was to the limb armor "just something for these areas." Ana raised her hands up in exhasperation, she only knew of such armor pieces because of Ximal, he had some nice arm armor or whatever it was. The shop keeper gave her a look, and then to Banir, glancing between the two as if trying to make a quick decision. Saying slowly "well, Miss, there happens to be some finely crafted leather vambraces, and greaves over in the leather area-" he said as he pointed some ways around his stall towards racks of leather goods, "I'm sure if you give me a few chimes, I will be right over to assist equipting you." He added on a smile, before looking back at Banir, turning somewhat grim. Ana couldn't help but sigh, she didn't really want to wait so she looked from Banir to the suit or armor, and back again, then to the shop keeper and gesturing between Banir and the armor, saying: "I think the big guy wants that armor there.. Or at least from what I can tell, it seems he's looking in its general direction.. I could be wrong though- oy, big guy, am I right or wrong?" Ana said in a louder voice, directed at big, tall, and mysterious next to her.

[Vaspira]

The woman's lack of manners made Vaspira take a step back. She was a kelvic, considered an animal, and she had more manners than this small rude girl standing before her. Vaspira was a little hurt at the disrespect that she did not deserve or earn, yet anyways. The woman turned and left her, going towards the armor. She wanted to follow, yet she did not want to stalk the woman, she wasn't a good prey to take down anyways, not worth her time. But the woman did get the date's wrong, it was the 3rd of Winter, not Spring. She really needed to learn to keep up with her days she was a "dumb" kelvic and could do such a simple task. Vaspira could not help the scoff that left her mouth, and the slight roll of her eyes. Not worth the time. Vaspira focused her attention back on the Tulwar Sword she had been eyeing and decided to purchase the weapon. She checked her coins and noticed she had brought just enough to pay for it, and handed to man his payment, mumbling a thank you and a nod, as she placed the sword on her person under her cloak.

Still though, curiosity made her want to follow, and she wanted to demand why the woman was being so rude to her for no reason. Really the manners of a animal was uncalled for! She was the animal, that was her job not this small woman. With that she confirmed that she would follow the woman to demand what her problem was. She came up to where the woman was, glancing over at another familiar figure. She could not forget the strange man that kept his face hidden. She met him on the 3rd of winter as well, and the 19th at Grath's Rest. This was just petching small city, too petching small really. Vaspira returned her attention on the small woman, her back was turned to her as she was viewing some armor.

Vaspira tapped her on the shoulder and cleared her throat. Why exactly are you being so petching rude? I have done nothing to you to receive that ill mannered demeanor of yours. Matter of fact, if you are going to have that attitude, I would be more than happy to give you a reason to have it towards me, as of yet I have done nothing wrong for that to be accepted. Vaspira stared down at the woman, with her predators eyes danger dancing in the depths, a cold emotionless smile creeping up on her face. Then she remembered that the woman got the dates wrong, and to rub that fact in her face she decided to mention it, although it sounded rather strange after the threatening words she had just spoke. Oh and it was the 3rd of Winter, not the 20th of Spring!

Vaspira's curosity always lead her to trouble, it never failed, plus her impulsive behavior made a rather toxic mixture to say the least. But Vaspira felt justified in what she was doing, she did not like being disrespected unless it was called for. Sure if she screwed her lover, she would deserve such hostility, or killed her best friend, or a favorite animal.. But she had done none of those things. She was being polite and kind in her behavior, trying to strike up a conversation with a friendly face. Then she received a cold slap with the ill mannered words. She would not stand for it, she would stand up for herself, even if she got hurt in the process, at least she stood up for herself, that is all that mattered at this moment.

[Zandelia]

The composite short bow felt lighter in her hand than she would have imagined as she made her way through the packed throngs, her ears pricked for anything of interest for her – a tediously boring way of gathering information but one which was effective in its simplicity. Within a few minutes she had learnt of gather storms, deduced that a stall owner was being accused of cheating his customers and that there was a strange young girl walking around with an eye for daggers of fine make. Filing away the rumor of the cheat for investigation and possible use the following day she made her way past the hushed voices, pushing others out of her way gently, yet firmly, until she had found what she had decided to seek – Ana.

If I had a gold rimmed Miza for every times you make people edgy Ana I’d be a rich woman she told herself as she stood a few paces away from the girl, engaged in conversation with two others it seemed.

She took a few chimes to look over them both, assessing them with her gaze. One wore armor and clearly knew of its value for he seemed to be gazing with some irritation upon the selection in front of him. His brows were furrowed, his chin strong and his build perhaps a slimmer version of Ximal’s – a warrior in the making perhaps or a bounty hunter starting out on his path. He would need more than shin guards and one arm of steel to protect him against even a competent foe so his choice in purchase was a wise one. Ana herself had a new dagger strapped to her waist as the whispers had told her ahead of time, little surprise that the woman would feel the need for protection considering her past.

Oh Neilles, you have upset a young girl too, what are we to do? she shook her head wryly, pulling her cloak around her and letting the hood fall down now to increase her range of hearing.

The sounds bubbled around her as her gaze sought the crowd, sifting through the pointlessly mundane and settling only for the interesting or mildly amusing. Ximal she saw, his towering physique impossible to miss as he bundled what looked like another addition to his weaponry selection into his harness – that man was a menace with a mission, an accident waiting to happen if he didn’t settle down and focus upon improving his abilities with said items. It appeared to her as if the three of them were working to the same schedule, the same timetable of tedium that forced them out of their minds and into the realm of others just to stay within the boundaries of sanity.

“I will have to bring them with me or they will end up burning this place to cinders” she muttered ruefully as she made her decision, Ana and mollifying the girl first, Ximal held no trouble with him this day.

“Birds whisper Ana, of daggers and cloaks and here we are. Armor too, we are spoiling ourselves” she greeted the woman, her ahdn resting upon Neilles shoulder briefly before withdrawing. She peered down into the eyes of the girl and poked out her tongue a little teasingly.

“Peace lass, no need for attitude when you can get something for nothing. Tell you what, you pick something small you like and we’ll see about getting it for you eh? A girl needs something to protect herself from the world methinks” she ruffled the girl’s hair a little with her free hand.

“Ximal is here also, by the way, and we need to talk – but not here, not now. I may have a reason for adventure, so good choice with the protection. I’d choose studded leather if I were you though, less hardness but more flexible” she offered her small portion of knowledge for use, leaving it hanging in the air.

“And by the looks of you man you bloody well need the armor you look at! What’s stopping you now?” she asked, curious as to why he had not even picked a single piece up in her time for watching, not even to inspect it.

[Ximal]

Xi fumbled with his haul to the counter. How much could this gaggle of items cost ? really? four throwing axes and a weapons harness. Perhaps it would be a good option to pay for it then start putting it on and things into the correct places. Xi called over the counter man. Xi gave him a glaring glance before tossiing an axe into the air and catching it by it's handle. "Four throwing axes and one weapon harness. How much ?" Xi started the barter war with the merchant and battled the money down from the merchant's ridiculously high one hundred miza's right the way down to a much more stable and worth while, thirty old mizas. Through a combination of intimidation factor and a brandishing of the blades a little too closely to the salesman's throat before saying. "Thirty, miza's? deal." Tossing him the money across the counter top. Xi then removed his cloak and oxidalipux trench coat, before placeing the weapons harness around himself and then began to thread his weapons through, both the battle axe and war axe on his back in the open slots, and his now six axes around his waist in the loops. Hauling his coat and cloak back over him along with the huge bow of his he turned his attention to the small gathering. the small black cloaked one was obviously ana, with zand almost glued to ehr side. Vas was against the pair of them, probably having an argument. and even banir was here having a small look around the place. possibly hunting for armour. Xi sighed and stepped up behind the triplet of tiny ladies, towering over all of them. "Ana what have you gotten yourself into this time, than you need zand to bail your backside out of ?" Xi smiles and chuckled a bit before glancing a nodded smile to banir. "Looks like quite a few of us got sick of playing with wooden wepaons and wanted some 'real steel' "

[Banir Ironwood]

The hood on his head shifted left and right as Banir's head turned to look at the prices and metal. The scarf that hid his face was constantly readjusted to keep his face hidden. His mind tried to focus but he found it increasingly difficult. Banir continued to stare long and hard at the prices and the armour before him. It was all well and fine but he was looking for something heavier, something thicker. His mind was trying to figure out what to say but he couldn't understand the prices. As he looked from left to right across the table he blinked, the numbers where getting mixed in his head. He had always had trouble reading and writing, his father hadn't taught him much of anything. And the education he had to give himself was laughable at best. Sweat was forming on his hooded brow as he tried to get his mind straight. He was about ready to give up and just walk away when he heard someone come up beside him. Turning his head, and consequently most of his hood he found a small woman beside him. Blinking his red eyes at her he wasn't sure how to feel about the situation. Watching her converse with the shop keeper he then heard her speak for him. He didn't want the armour off in the corner! He wanted something that was thicker and heavier like the cold iron he wore on his person now. What he wanted was to place an order for steel armour thrice as thick as normal. Just a few simple things like gleaves, clawed gauntlets with shoulder guards maybe a helm or chest piece. He doubted he could afford a full suit of steel armour that was thrice as thick as normal.

His mind snapped into reality as he realized the vendor had made a poor mistake. Leather was tough and strong but it was a poor for defense against a blade. As the woman stood there he turned to her quickly, he knew his armour and weapons rather well. Considering he grew up in a forge he should know what he was talking about. Taking a long and deep breath he spoke, noting that no one else was around. He felt a little relaxed in expressing his opinion between her, himself, and the vendor. "He's wrong you'd, want to get something, more than just. Hardened leather, with metal studs or, metal woven onto the, leather. Held together with chain, mail will provide more, protection and keep your, mobility. It may cost a little, more than just leather, but in the long run, it will provide better, service." His gruff and graveled voice ended as he spoke his piece. Smiling beneath his scarf as he felt he had just helped someone. He was starting to like helping people, it gave him a nice feeling on the inside. Though his smile quickly began to fade as he saw someone coming up behind the girl. She was stout but taller than the woman currently before him. This new woman had dark hair and blue eyes, she looked rather, unhappy. What followed next only confirmed his suspicion on her mood. His eyes went wide beneath his hood surprised at what the woman was saying. Good gods she was being rude! He was sweating again on his brow as he felt like a fight could very well break out here.

“Birds whisper Ana, of daggers and cloaks and here we are. Armor too, we are spoiling ourselves” Banir turned around and there was another woman! This one was quite a bit more intimidating, her mood though seemed far more pleasant than the new rude woman though. She was more pleasant and she was rather pretty too. Albeit the scar on her right side, but even scared she still held quite a bit of good looks. And from what he saw that emerald eye held quite a bit of knowledge behind it. The shorter blonde hair on her head also held some appeal to him as well. She spoke in a more pleasant tone and she seemed at least not to be hostile at the moment. He remembered who the woman was talking with.Turning he looked at the small woman near him. 'Ana' slowly his mind worked and he realized he had indeed met this woman before. He had carried her up a rope on onto a petal after she, and honestly skillfully helped him diffuse as tricky situation. Reaching up and making sure his white scarf was still secure he relaxed a little. The armour of cloth that hid his face was still in place. However the situation was evolving in a way he didn't quite like. He appeared to be in the middle of a discussion, or more accurately. A possible argument and a meet up between friends. Which may not end well. This caused a small bit of dark grey to seep in at the edges of his eyes.

“And by the looks of you man you bloody well need the armor you look at! What’s stopping you now?” His brow twitched beneath his hood and his eyes regained a little more red in them, though it was darker. He was irritated with the woman. Namely because she had no right to say that too him, and secondly she had no idea what he was actually looking for. Also he had more knowledge of arms and armour than her. Considering he for a portion of his life had actually made the bloody things, and in the forge of an Isur no less. Rage sparked at that last thought but he was quick to restrain it, he didn't want to lose his anger here of all places. Her words where rather insulting and they did irk his irritation. However he would remain silent, he wasn't very comfortable talking in crowds, and one seemed to be developing around him. Though it was mostly 'Ana' who had drawn them too his position he didn't blame her. Well he kinda did but not to excess, she had only attracted one person. Where as the mean woman had followed her and with a few keen points to express to her as well.

However he did see a friendly and familiar face which caused a smile beneath his scarf. Someone he could depend on and trust! The smile hurt but it was worth it as he saw Ximal approach the group. His words where a curious choice to him but at least he had a name to put to the blonde woman now. Zand, definitely a strange name for a woman but he supposed he had heard worse. Looking around he identified everyone. Zand the blonde one, Ana the short one, Ximal the bearded guy, and the rude woman who he had yet to hear a name from. Steadily he realized he had seen the rude woman before, though he had only seen her. He didn't think they ever really officially met.

"Looks like quite a few of us got sick of playing with wooden weapons and wanted some 'real steel' " Ximal's words drew Banir's attention, seeing his smile Banir raised his left arm and waved at his friend. Laughing silently on the inside. Groups where not his specialty, he felt awkward among the strangers that surrounded him. He was however happy to know one was at least had a good nature and that a friend was present. It did comfort him however the woman Ana was still a stranger. The rude woman and Zand where especially strangers. And so his mouth would remain shut until he felt comfortable. His rage red eyes swirling with a bit of nervous dark grey, displaying his emotions as his face remained hidden to the world.