Post by scottenkainen on Apr 23, 2015 8:56:05 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 3 for Gerard:
The cobbler had a small, but prominently located, shop along a row of shops on the west side of the street. He sold and repaired shoes, doing business from the open window in the front of his shop, so that Gerard had to interview him while standing in the muddy street outside.
"Your boots, those are not good boots," Leandro said, looking down skeptically over the window ledge of his shop. "I'll sell you nice boots. The attack? Oh, that was terrible. Yes, right outside my store! It was a man in platemail armor who was attacked to. I would have thought he was a cavalryman from the garrison, but he wasn't wearing any colors; must have been an out-of-town mercenary. Then this half-orc comes out of nowhere and attacks him with a hatchet! I would have thought, armor that good, this man would be safe, but this half-orc, he was brutal with that hatchet. The man he attacked went down after a short fight and probably would have been dead, had I not blown my whistle."
Leandro produced such a whistle proudly, hanging around his neck. "All the shopkeepers have one, but I was first to blow mine. A patrol came running to investigate and the half-orc ran off. Down that alley south of here, heading west."
The cobbler had a small, but prominently located, shop along a row of shops on the west side of the street. He sold and repaired shoes, doing business from the open window in the front of his shop, so that Gerard had to interview him while standing in the muddy street outside.
"Your boots, those are not good boots," Leandro said, looking down skeptically over the window ledge of his shop. "I'll sell you nice boots. The attack? Oh, that was terrible. Yes, right outside my store! It was a man in platemail armor who was attacked to. I would have thought he was a cavalryman from the garrison, but he wasn't wearing any colors; must have been an out-of-town mercenary. Then this half-orc comes out of nowhere and attacks him with a hatchet! I would have thought, armor that good, this man would be safe, but this half-orc, he was brutal with that hatchet. The man he attacked went down after a short fight and probably would have been dead, had I not blown my whistle."
Leandro produced such a whistle proudly, hanging around his neck. "All the shopkeepers have one, but I was first to blow mine. A patrol came running to investigate and the half-orc ran off. Down that alley south of here, heading west."
