Garrett: Shopping Trip

* In mesne time *

Garrett wanders through the sunlit bazaar in Jaleh Sabban of the Makers' Ward [map].

Among the adjacent booths of spark-proofed canvas, his attention is drawn to an orcish smith who moves cautiously among its implements. The orc doesn't immediately acknowledge him as he stands in front of the booth. It is busy hammering a shimmering-hot strip of metal that is about a finger in thickness and about the length and width of Garrett's forearm.

The orc grunts at you. Its tusks are capped with silver. "Thanks." It wipes its hammer hand against its leather smithy apron, and reaches across the table of knives to offer a handshake. "What do you like?"

The smith nods slowly. "I don't do leather, but he does," gesturing toward the tall and slender elf on whose booth the armor hangs. The elf seems to be deliberately ignoring the orc. "Anyway, I do have knives …"

There are more than enough knives available. How many does Garrett want?

"of course" says the orc. " such craft will cost extra." It scratches its scraggly strap beard. There is an eager look on its face. " Can you pay?"

"3 coins for all of it," says the smith. The tusks make it hard to tell whether the orc is smiling or snarling and the guttural voice makes it hard to distinguish whether the tone is friendly or otherwise.

The elf has a distinctly haughty expression. "2 coins," he says curtly.

"One week," the elf says.