1 Fall, 514 AV
Koran walked up to one of the shops lining the Suryan Plaza to a gray haired man polishing a handsomely made bone white bow with a singular thought on his mind that he would not have at the end of his day. Training with a bow. After the year he had he came to Lhavit with no money or equipment but he had been doing small and odd jobs in order to pay for new equipment in order for him to become the hunter he was in Avanthal. The elderly man looked up to Koran and gave a smile that was missing a few teeth but was warmly given nonetheless. The old man was frail and working away on the bow he had in his hands with what Koran would describe as loving care. His white hair was scraggly and hung limp over his head and his skin looked as if it were tanned multiple times it was so dark. He wore a dirty, but not filthy, gray outfit that consisted of a plain gray shirt and plain gray pants.
Koran looked over the bows. Most were poorly crafted and some were even made from brittle wood it seemed. The only one in at least decent condition was the one the elderly man was polishing. Koran finally pointed to the one the man was polishing. “May I please see that one sir?” He said with as much respect as he could possibly muster. The man obliged without a word and let Koran appraise the bow. It was a beautifully crafted piece of work, and seemed to be made of a singular piece of bone. Koran's eyes must have given away his thoughts on the bow for the man spoke up finally. “it's a beaut isn't it? My son carved that one out of an ox long bone. I think he said it was from one of its leg bones.” He smiled as Koran pulled back the bowstring testing out the resistance and slowly letting the bowstring fall back as to not dry fire it which would be bad for the integrity of the bow. He put the bow on the counter of the small booth like shop and asked if he had any other wares for a novice archer.
The man brought out onto the counter several items Koran had definitely needed. He had lost all of his equipment during the terrible night he had been captured. He needed to replace everything he lost. He finally had enough money saved from working the odd jobs he had found he could do around Lhavit for an entire season so he could afford to get back to what he loved to do, hunting. He put down on the bow intending to buy it of course but waiting until he gathered all the items he could possibly want form this mans stall. He appraised several more items. One of them being a brilliant emerald green quiver he could have paid anything for just from the color and feel as he tried it on. The old man also had plenty of arrows to sell. Koran eventually held the bone white composite shortbow, the emerald quiver now stocked with one hundred shortbow arrows, an archer's arm guard and an archer's glove. He thanked the man for being so kind and asked him to give the young Vantha a fair price.
The old man contemplated this, probably adding up everything in order to come up with a fair enough price for both of them to live with. None of the items were anything special, just run of the mill ordinary examples of what they were so he expected a price that would be decent. “I think one hundred and ten kina would be just fine for these items wouldn't you?” Koran thought on this. He had no idea what these items were worth of course. The use of the kina as well confused him a little as it was an unfamiliar terminology for money, he was used to the miza which was the featured currency of Avanthal his home. He often had to remind himself that the kina was equal to the gold rimmed miza. Maybe it was Koran being Koran or maybe it was just him not wanting to take the first offer handed to him but he made a counter offer, “uhm...I would feel a lot better if I paid just one hundred for it.” He said with melancholy and absolutely no authority in his voice. The man shook his head and began to reach for the bow “I'm sorry sir but if you don't have enough then...” he said obviously implying Koran could not afford the items. Koran instantly put his hand over the white bow, “I have enough money” he said a little offended but still willing to prove this point and pay for his items. He counted out the exact amount the man asked for and the man thanked Koran. Koran gave a small nod equipping the full quiver and wearing the arm guard and glove. He held the bow in hand and then an idea hit him. He couldn't just shoot into the wilderness aimlessly, he needed some sort of target. What better target then...well a target? “You wouldn't happen to have a target on hand would you sir?” Koran said hoping that the man would have something serviceable at least. The man nodded and went around the booth pulling out a good sized archer's target, “18 kina and it's yours” Koran carefully considered the price even though he again didn't know what the target was worth. Koran looked over the simple straw target covered in canvas with a bullseye painted on it and simple multicolored concentric rings around it. There was a definite sloppiness to the painting and he could see where the paint had dripped down but it was adequate enough for his purposes and he didn't feel much like arguing with the man after his failure at lowering the price of his purchaces. Koran paid the man without another thought on it and took the target to do some light practice in the wilderness, not too far into the wilderness but just outside the gates. It would be his exercise for the day. It would suffice for a while at least while he trained in the art of archery.
Koran walked up to one of the shops lining the Suryan Plaza to a gray haired man polishing a handsomely made bone white bow with a singular thought on his mind that he would not have at the end of his day. Training with a bow. After the year he had he came to Lhavit with no money or equipment but he had been doing small and odd jobs in order to pay for new equipment in order for him to become the hunter he was in Avanthal. The elderly man looked up to Koran and gave a smile that was missing a few teeth but was warmly given nonetheless. The old man was frail and working away on the bow he had in his hands with what Koran would describe as loving care. His white hair was scraggly and hung limp over his head and his skin looked as if it were tanned multiple times it was so dark. He wore a dirty, but not filthy, gray outfit that consisted of a plain gray shirt and plain gray pants.
Koran looked over the bows. Most were poorly crafted and some were even made from brittle wood it seemed. The only one in at least decent condition was the one the elderly man was polishing. Koran finally pointed to the one the man was polishing. “May I please see that one sir?” He said with as much respect as he could possibly muster. The man obliged without a word and let Koran appraise the bow. It was a beautifully crafted piece of work, and seemed to be made of a singular piece of bone. Koran's eyes must have given away his thoughts on the bow for the man spoke up finally. “it's a beaut isn't it? My son carved that one out of an ox long bone. I think he said it was from one of its leg bones.” He smiled as Koran pulled back the bowstring testing out the resistance and slowly letting the bowstring fall back as to not dry fire it which would be bad for the integrity of the bow. He put the bow on the counter of the small booth like shop and asked if he had any other wares for a novice archer.
The man brought out onto the counter several items Koran had definitely needed. He had lost all of his equipment during the terrible night he had been captured. He needed to replace everything he lost. He finally had enough money saved from working the odd jobs he had found he could do around Lhavit for an entire season so he could afford to get back to what he loved to do, hunting. He put down on the bow intending to buy it of course but waiting until he gathered all the items he could possibly want form this mans stall. He appraised several more items. One of them being a brilliant emerald green quiver he could have paid anything for just from the color and feel as he tried it on. The old man also had plenty of arrows to sell. Koran eventually held the bone white composite shortbow, the emerald quiver now stocked with one hundred shortbow arrows, an archer's arm guard and an archer's glove. He thanked the man for being so kind and asked him to give the young Vantha a fair price.
The old man contemplated this, probably adding up everything in order to come up with a fair enough price for both of them to live with. None of the items were anything special, just run of the mill ordinary examples of what they were so he expected a price that would be decent. “I think one hundred and ten kina would be just fine for these items wouldn't you?” Koran thought on this. He had no idea what these items were worth of course. The use of the kina as well confused him a little as it was an unfamiliar terminology for money, he was used to the miza which was the featured currency of Avanthal his home. He often had to remind himself that the kina was equal to the gold rimmed miza. Maybe it was Koran being Koran or maybe it was just him not wanting to take the first offer handed to him but he made a counter offer, “uhm...I would feel a lot better if I paid just one hundred for it.” He said with melancholy and absolutely no authority in his voice. The man shook his head and began to reach for the bow “I'm sorry sir but if you don't have enough then...” he said obviously implying Koran could not afford the items. Koran instantly put his hand over the white bow, “I have enough money” he said a little offended but still willing to prove this point and pay for his items. He counted out the exact amount the man asked for and the man thanked Koran. Koran gave a small nod equipping the full quiver and wearing the arm guard and glove. He held the bow in hand and then an idea hit him. He couldn't just shoot into the wilderness aimlessly, he needed some sort of target. What better target then...well a target? “You wouldn't happen to have a target on hand would you sir?” Koran said hoping that the man would have something serviceable at least. The man nodded and went around the booth pulling out a good sized archer's target, “18 kina and it's yours” Koran carefully considered the price even though he again didn't know what the target was worth. Koran looked over the simple straw target covered in canvas with a bullseye painted on it and simple multicolored concentric rings around it. There was a definite sloppiness to the painting and he could see where the paint had dripped down but it was adequate enough for his purposes and he didn't feel much like arguing with the man after his failure at lowering the price of his purchaces. Koran paid the man without another thought on it and took the target to do some light practice in the wilderness, not too far into the wilderness but just outside the gates. It would be his exercise for the day. It would suffice for a while at least while he trained in the art of archery.
. This was a simple thread, but not a bad read. I do want to make a couple of notes, however. Your writing is REALLY hard to read the way it is clumped together as it is. Every time you change speakers you should be starting a new paragraph. This separates things out a bit, and makes it easier to read. In addition this is a personal note, but please consider doing something to set your speech apart from the rest of the text. Bold it, make it a different color, etc. As it is right now I keep losing track of where your talking and where someone else is talking and sometimes I do not even see when you stop talking and the paragraph starts again ^.^. 
