Re: Great Northern Outfitters
The tall half-orc swallowed while thinking.
"Human is kind. But... But Maldor know where he get armor for good money. Maldor will find weapon with what dwarf give."
Maldor gave a respectful nod.
"Maldor is thankful."
And with that, he stepped toward the road and headed down the row of buildings.
It took little time for Maldor to find the building that he was looking for. He had made pickups from Durthon before for patrons of the Black Scarab. Although without sight, the dwarf's hands worked as if guided by the gods.
Maldor stepped inside and instantly noticed that the light was dim. Of course, Durthon did not need the light. But his assistant did. Nomsiz, the soft-spoken aide to the dwarf, acted as if he could read Mal's mind. He turned the lantern light up, illuminating the front room.
Although not large of space, the room contained a number of items that Maldor would normally only dream of having. Had he owned armor before? Or had he always used just the clothing on his back? Having no memory before he was found in the Tower District was sometimes disturbing. Then again, any bad memory was hidden as well.
"Ah, it is Orwen's tall friend" said a deep voice to Mal's right. He looked over. Durthon had made his way from the back. He used his hand to follow the counter close to his customer.
"I do not recall an order to be picked up" Durthon smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth, a couple missing.
"No. Maldor customer today. Maldor go on trip to Phandelver. Help dwarf at outfitters protect daughter."
Durthon's smile broadened.
"So your dreams of adventuring are coming true? Splendid! It is protection that you are in need of?"
Maldor pointed to the corner. He knew that the dwarf could not see what he was doing, but he also knew that he had a mysterious extra sense.
Durthon had not lost his smile. He followed the counter some more until he came across a set of studded leather armor. It had obviously been produced from pieces of different sets... colors and protrusions were different across it... but it looked sturdy.
Durthon easily lifted the armor and placed it on the counter. Maldor's hands almost shook before he touched it.
"This protection good. It solid. It firm at seams. Maldor like."
The dwarven armorer scratched his hairy cheek.
"It's yours, if you desire it" Durthon offered. "And since you're a friend of Orwen's, I'll give you a deal."
Another broad smile.
Maldor placed the armor over his clothing. It fit his figure as if made for him. He stretched to make sure that he would be able to move with it on. And then he noticed something else.
Leaning against the corner was a greatclub. The large weapon looked pristine. What of its weight? Could Maldor afford both the studded leather and the weapon?
A little time had passed back at the outfitters before the group there noticed a tall figure headed their way. Getting closer, the could notice that it was a proud Maldor, now donned in his new purchase and with the greatclub over his shoulder. It was as if the half-orc was meant to be equipped as such.
Maldor set his backpack down next to the nearest wagon and turned to Cunaar. He thumped his chest, indicating what he had found.
"Maldor make deal for armor. Find big club. Maldor thank for offer. But Maldor good."
His smile was the first that his fellow adventurers had seen.
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