The armorer looks up from what looks like a repair job on a chain hauberk and inspects the rogue with a scrutinous eye. He's not a young man, but neither is he old; however, he bears the scars of an active life, and is missing the third finger on his right hand. His beard is patchy in places, due to what looks like an old bludgeoning injury that left its mark upon his cheek.

"You must be that Richard fellow. Heard about your adventure yesterday," he says, his words slightly slurred. Richard didn't think it was from drink; it was as if he couldn't form words properly. Perhaps the same injury? "The boys have been talking about your shot all morning."

Corwin sets aside his tools and stands to meet the young rogue. "Let's have a look at that armor, shall we?" He pores over it for several moments, tugging at the ties and buckles, and pounds (not roughly) on the shoulders and back areas. "This is almost new; it looks like it's never so much as been scratched. You've probably done more damage taking it on and off, which is good; I have a new archer recruit of about the same build who can use it.

"Tell you what, you give me your piece and 25 silver, and you've got a deal I can have something ready for you in a few weeks. You can stay out of trouble for three weeks, I hope?"

Richard endures the poking and prodding as the armorer examined his armor for resale value

"I'll do my best to try and stay out of trouble for three weeks." Richard promises.  He does try to downplay the shot but in the end he really is not used to all the attention and he simply says, "Thank you."   In an effort to distract the man, however, he inquires "You must surely have some stories of your own to tell?"

At the end, Richard hands Corwin the sale price of 25 silver and his old armor before leaving to rejoin his friends

The armorer has many stories he can tell, but he settles on a tale from the Rebellion when he lost his finger. He was young - not even twenty - near the end of the war, and had fallen in love with one of the local village girls back home (he's originally from somewhere in the Bannorn). That part of the country was still under direct control of the Orlesians, and the eldest son of one of their captains also had his eye on the same girl.

After shenanigans on each side of the rivalry, the Orlesian captain captured Corwin and some of his friends during a daring attempt to escape with his love. As punishment, he and his friends were flogged, and the captain's son removed his ring finger to signify who would win the girl's heart, once and for all.

In the end, he got the girl, but she died in childbirth no long after the war ended.

When the transaction is concluded, the armorer says Richard's armor will be ready in three weeks' time.
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"That was a good story, if a sad one in the end." Richard responds to Corwin's story, "I shall be back to share stories of my own." he promises.

Before he walks out the door he turns to the armorer, "Thank you Corwin, I shall return in three weeks time for my armor."