"That would depend on the price, little man"

*Rodhin hefts the weapon into his hand and as he does, an vision from his past appears so vividly, it causes him to grip the axe until his knuckles turn white.*

*Rodhin groans at the negotiations to come, but figures they might as well get it over with*

"Speaking of price little man, how much for this weapon. Not much as you can see, but it seems that it will accomodate my purposes."

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She walks down the stairs from her room refreshed from a good nights sleep, even though she was watched all night long.
She looks around to see who is in the tavern.
Notices the commotion outside through the windows...

It will probably cleave...something.

I'm not sure I remember this item very well, I can tell it's magic somehow, but huh... I don't remember even getting it in the first place. Tell you what, how about you pay 20 gold just to get it off my cart.

She notices everyone is outside with the ever so talkative little man with the scroll. Doesn't see dear Boromir yet and chuckles to her self. maybe she should leave the poor lad alone....nah. he is way too much fun to flirt with and she laughs to herself. Although if she doesn't see him soon she will help herself to the bar.


HMMMMMMM, should I go outside for a look or get me a drink first. decisions decisions
She steps behind the bar to grab a drink of water and then steps outside to see what Mr.Talkative has on his agenda

*Rodhin silently considers the 40 gold in his pouch, and how much lighter it will be. But realizing that for his purposes, 20 gold will be the least of his worries*

"You have a deal little man"

Excellent, then keep the Axe and I'll take the money.

Good Morning there Scribe, How fares ye this fine morn?
she asks the man at the cart having stepped outside into the warm sunshine. the sunlight sets fire to her burgundy tresses as she looks towards him.

"I will never understand why warriors are so caught up in their weapons...do they not know that being light on your feet and smaller can be a huge advantage"

*Calliope retreats from he"r chair...bumping into Re'Anna"

"How are you your royal Highness....Im glad you slept well"

"Boromir has a fine tasty meal this morning" *as her eyes wander to see if Boromir is ok*

Not too bad, I made my first sale in this town. how about you.

*He looks at her pocketing his new gold.*

Good morning Calliope, yes i did sleep well considering that i slept alone, she laughs.
Speaking of Boromir, I do believe the lad is avoiding me like the black plague. and she giggles again
Ah, weapons.. you do know it is a man thing don't you, it's all about the size....
still laughing

*Rodhin pays the gold and takes the axe with an almost reverent look in his eyes. He walks off failing to notice the look of disdain Calliope gives him as he passes by her*

*A young looking man that seems that even for his young age has seen better days moves through the streets of the town. Taking care to remain unnoticed. As he approaches the Green Dragon he lets himself move out a little bit. He wears a dark cloak that seems to allow him to blend into his surroundings and the hood is pulled slightly over his face. He stops for a moment and sighs as he approaches the Inn... How he hates it when he is sent on these little errands. Although it must be done if he has any hope of gaining any sort of reputation. He prepares himself for the days events and moves up to the Inn and walks inside.*

Well isn't that just fine then. care to make another sale??
what other wonders do you have hidden there sir? she smiles wickedly at him

I always care to make another sale. Is there anything in particular you might be looking for?

*Wishes his list wasn't in the tavern, it would make this so much easier.*

"yes it is...isn't it...but for those who know how to flare their weapon will be the true warrior to me and will always have my undivided attention"

Boromir smiles.

"Dearest Rodhin....I do not judge you by your weapon but by the acts your perform with it...."

She laughs at this retort so heartily that the whole street stops to look at her. she doesn't care.
How true Calliope how true. that is a true measure of a man no doubt. I have always said it isn't' the size of his weapon but how he wields it. she grabs her side from laughing.

I really couldn't tell you. I would know it if I saw it no doubt. still trying to recover from the gales of laughter.
Have any more weapons? armor?

*The cloaked man who just entered the inn moves up to the Bar and sits down. He eyes the main behind the bar for a minutes before speaking.*

You must be Boromir?

More of a question then a statement.

I'll take a Goblin Brew