Re: Chapter #7e: Armors and Farmers (Kellan, Pisca)
“Me?” Savah laughed in response to Kellan’s inquiry. “Oh, I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. And letting a lot of weapons and armor go for pretty close to my cost, to tell you the truth. I figure that hey, if the goblins end up sacking the town, they’ll have the inventory, not me.” She gestured around the room to the racks of weapons and armor. “So I figure the best place for it is with folks that plan to fight them. It doesn’t do the town much good stacked in here, that’s the truth.”
Savah’s mirth died as Kellan showed her his chit from the League. She reached out and touched it, then looked at the guardsman in wonder. “That’s,” she said, her voice hushed as she took in the full import of what Kellan had said . . . and what he hadn’t. “That’s something you don’t see every day.” Her eyes went slightly out of focus for a second, as if she were thinking, then snapped back into their normal brightness. “Here,” she motioned the gnome and the guardsman along, “follow me.”
The armorer examined Pisca’s list as she led the pair back to what looked like her private office. She sat down, listening quietly as the gnome shared the details of the desperate quest they were about to undertake. Savah paled slightly at the implications of such a mission, then sat forward in her chair, elbows on the table.
“Spies?” Savah looked taken aback, as if the thought of any of Sandpoint’s citizens working with the town’s attackers had never even occurred to her. “Is that really a concern?” She gave Pisca a doubtful glance; it appeared as though the prospect of terror spreading through Sandpoint seemed more realistic to her. “No, no, we wouldn’t want any panic,” she said, thinking again.
“What do I have that might turn the tide?” She said to herself in a musing tone. “Well,” she said, hitting Pisca’s list with the back of her hand, “I have ten each of cold iron arrows and silver arrows you can have.” She tapped her fingers on the table. “But they’re medium-sized, so won’t do you much good, Pisca. Although . . . .” She stood, walking over to a reinforced trunk in her office. Producing a key from somewhere, she unlocked and opened it, reaching inside to remove its contents.
She turned around, holding an vicious-looking, medium-sized repeating crossbow with a darkwood-and-ivory stock. “I just finished repairing this a couple of weeks ago,” she said, looking down at the weapon as if it were a particularly-beloved child. “I was hoping to sell it to one of my . . . more well-to-do customers, but if your group can find a use for it, it's yours.” She placed the crossbow on the table, where both Kellan and Pisca could see small, silver runes etched into the stock.
“Yes, it’s magical,” Savah nodded proudly, as if she’d enchanted it herself. “Haven’t quite completely figured out the enchantment yet.” She gave the pair a meaningful look. “But maybe you two have resources I don’t.” She ran a hand lovingly down the length of the weapon. “Do you think this is something you can use?”
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