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Chapter 10: Departure(Unfinished)

Chapter 10: Departure(Unfinished)

Chapter 10: Departure

After having accepted the job from the guild we started to make our way down the road from the guild to a blacksmith that the members of what used to be MissAdventure frequent.

“So, have you thought about the type of weapon you are going to get?” Cynthia asks me inquisitively.

“Hmmmm, somewhat, I mean I know what I should get and what most berserkers use, but I’m still not sure that's what I want to use.”

“You have something in mind other than a battle axe or greatsword? Since almost every berserker I’ve seen has one of those, minus a few that run maces or clubs.” K asks.

“Ohhhhh, it probably isn’t the most efficient but I can so see you using a club, a real Roberty-Orcy weapon.” Cynthia adds on.

“I’m not confident but I feel like that could be slightly racist, but I’m not sure if I’m more offended by the orc part or the ‘Roberty’ part.”

“Well, is she wrong?” Griz chimes in in response to my reply, to which I just lower my head in defeat before continuing on.

“Ehhhh, in all seriousness a club sounds pretty dull, not that I’m necessarily going for something flashy.”

“Hmm, guess we’ll just have to see what Paul has in store for us, after all you can see the shop from here at this point.” Cynthia once again takes the lead in the conversation.

I look towards where she is pointing to see a smaller sized building overshadowed by and tucked between two larger inn-looking buildings. The fact it is a blacksmith shop is supported by the large sign above its entrance of a sword crossed with an ax. Sign might not be the right word, considering the sword and ax it is depicted by seem to be authentic. They truly appear to be a sword and axe made to absolutely unwieldy size, seeing as how I have yet to see anyone or thing large enough to even move them let alone utilize them.

“Really, Paul?” I ask after having realized how misplaced that normal, at least as far as the world I came from goes, name is in this setting.

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“Yeah, what about him? Do you know him or something?” Cynthia replies.

“No no, just that isn’t that name a bit out of place, or is it just me?”

“...This is coming from someone named ‘Robert' who picked ‘Skrill' as an adventurer name, I don’t think you have much room to talk.” She instantly fired back.

“Yeah ‘Robert’ is a little odd, but at least it's not as bad as having the name ‘Tommy’, I’ve only met one but that's already two too many.” K comes to my defense, I think.

“Yeaaaah, can’t trust a Tommy, the only thing worse than being born a ‘Tommy’ is being born a ‘Thomas’ and choosing to go by ‘Tommy’.” Griz throws himself into the mix as well.

To be honest I was reeling from Cynthia’s comment but for some reason I can’t explain the Tommy slander is healing the damage she did.

A few moments later we arrive at the entrance to Paul’s Smithy and each enter the shop into the wide array of weapons and armor. From the appearance outside one wouldn't be able to guess just how much was in the shop, a welcomed betrayal of expectations.

“Heeyoo Paul!”Cynthia cheers out to the middle-aged man who can be seen sharpening a sword behind the counter. Upon hearing Cynthia he merely offers a nod of acknowledgement, only turning briefly to see the four of us. In that instant I could see his eyes widen widen if only for a moment upon having seen me, only to then revert to their previous nonchalant ways.

As Paul turns back to his work I ask Cynthia, “Is there a problem with me being here or is he usually like this?”

“Oh yeah no, that’s just Paul, a man, well half-man, of few words but many masterpieces.” She replies.

My curiosity once again gets the best of me, “Half-man?”

“Yup, he is half man and half dwarf.”

“Wow, I wouldn't have guessed.”

“Well to be fair he is behind a counter, if you could see how dummy thick his thighs were you probably would have suspected it.”

“Two ‘c’s or one?”

“What?”

“What?”

At that moment I leave Cynthia with her look of bewilderment as I peruse some of the weapons decorating the walls.Though there is no official sections for type of weapon or weapons for any particular class there is some order to the array. Starting from the entrance heading towards the back the weapons and arms ascend in size, giving me the idea that anything I am truly looking for will be towards the back of the shop.

There is undoubtedly a great selection ranging, including almost rapier-like small daggers to greatswords or claymores that look honestly like they could max out at about 10-11 feet in length. Maces, axes, clubs, kunai, kama, even a few scythes, honestly I see just about anything one could think of other than bows. However despite such a selection there was one type of weapon I was hoping to come across that would be made dope enough to warrant my interest in it that I do not see.

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