Waking up Grim found himself laying on a dirty stone ground. Looking around grim saw that he was in an alleyway, the sound of people and such coming from the alleyway opening. What the hell, what happened where am I where did the hospital go. Looking down he was still wearing the same hoody and hospital gown he had on before with just the basic nonskid socks. The ring he had taken from the old man’s corpse was still in his hand, without thinking Grim put the ring on his right middle finger. It being the only finger thick enough to hold it with his hands being so thin. Holding the wall Grim made his way to the ally entrance, what he says blew him away. For one he just hadn’t been around this many people before, people walking around as they shopped and ran errands. But some of them weren’t people as he normally thought of as people.
There were like the demi-humans he’d read about in some online fictions, cats, dogs, wolfs, big cats what looked like a Minotaur from Greek myth all just going about their day. But everything looked like it was 500 years ago in the dark ages, swords and the like were being carried or sheathed on the local’s person. At the very least everyone had a dagger on their belt, Grim could even see some things he couldn’t explain. People with robes looking like obvious magic users with staves or wands walking and pushing through the crowd with arrogance.
Crouching down and holding his head as he clenched his eyes grim took deep breaths, is this happening, have I finally lost it from all the stress and pain. Finally, after taking deep shuddering breaths Grim came down from his mini panic attack, Grim takes a deep breath as a yelling comes from outside the alley and the thud of feet.
“Hey stop thief!” suddenly a person slams into Grim throwing him back onto the ground and knocking back his hood. A flash of a person in tattered clothing as it ran away, a moment later a middle aged human man dressed in chainmail and holding a drawn sword burst around the corner giving Grim only a brief glance as he ran after the figure. What the hell just happened? Wincing Grim stood, before with a sudden realization shoved his hand into his hoodie. Shit that asshole stole my phone.
Sinking down to sit Grim looked over his current situation, Well lets see here in stuck in a medieval looking town with animal people, magic, and I don’t have any idea where I am or two coins to rub together. Plus I barely have the muscle to walk let alone work. Looking over his possession, Grim had: 1 Worn but clean hoodie, 1 set of quickly dirtying no slip socks, 1 hospital gown smelling like medicine and a strange ring on his finger, Hmm I’m fucked.
Observing at the passersby from the alley, it hit him that he understood the guard’s words and the crowd around him. Well, that one not so small hurdle over, Grim though a shop on the other side of the street caught his eye Melencor’s Finest clothing. Rubbing his hoody between and looking at the local’s getting an idea.
Adlen slumped lazily against the counter trying to beat the boredom of the shop. Melencor was in his personal workspace in the back of the shop leaving Adlen to manage the customers. With a tinkle of the doorbell, a short figure walked in with a wash of an unusual herb-like odor. Dressed in what looked like a cutoff robe and what looked like too thick socks stood a figure that made Alden almost think an undead had wonder into the shop.
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Pushing back the hood, a skeletal face looked with eye’s a vibrant almost feverish blue not normally seen in nature. Staring into my own the figure asked. “Is Melencor in, I wish to barter.” “ Yy-ess Melencor is in, but surely I can help yo..” The figure cut him off with a shake of his head and suddenly grasping the edge of the counter with both of his boney hands spoke “No retrieve Melencor this is an offer I won’t extend for long.” With a quick nod I ran off into the back of the shop to get Master Melencor.
Once the shopkeeper when through the curtain covered doorway Grim gasp panting barely keeping himself up as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Exhaustion filled Grim, What the hell was that, I was trying to act a little important and not get ripped of yea. But something just flowed out of me, like when I grabbed the ring.” Looking down at the dull ring on his finger rubbing his thumb over it thinking. Blinking and waving his hand in front of his face a blue box with words had flickered appearing and disappearing for a moment faster than grim could comprehend.
“Ok this better be work it boy, I did you father a big favor taking you in as my apprentice. If your Dex hadn’t been so high I would’ve still told him to eat Cholker paste. Also how dare you leave,” Exiting through the curtain was an older 40ish man following the younger shopkeeper stopping when he sees Grim.
Straightening himself the tailor asked looking Grim over, “What is it you seek young…man?” Grim scowled at the tailor Melencor crossing his arms. “I have come from far away traveling with a caravan, and after and encounter with a group of bandits my part was slain. I wish to trade my clothing for coin and a few sets of clothing.
Scoffing, the tailor Melencor started to deny the thought of buying used clothing until he took a second to examine mans clothing. It was unlike anything Melencor had seen before, a Half length mage robe with a front pocket. As well as a strange underrobe the man was wearing backward. And the quality of the fabric, Melencor had to have the items for the patterns along he could probably level after so long.
He thought excitedly, Better not let on how valuable these all are. “Well, I’m not in the habit of buy used clothing. But to help one down on their luck I could offer 10 silver for your garments as well as a set of basic clothing Mr.?” Silver, as in silver coins? I guess this is similar to pre paper money. I don’t have the foggiest how much the coins worth, but from the look this old mans giving me I bet he’s ripping me off.
Shaking his head grim tried to look haughty and as he felt the strength still leaking out of himself, he asked, “So I guess I was wrong, I though this was the shop of a craftsman. Evidently its second-hand shop that doesn’t understand quality. 1 gold for the set because I’m feeling generous. And it’s Mr. Talrner”
Trying to look outraged at the accusation of him blatantly ripping off the thin young man Melencor still chuckled internally as the young man wasn’t even 1/5 of the true value of the clothing not even considering the value of the weave a journeyman tailor like himself could even get ahold off, but the chance of advancing his class were far and few.
“Well, I guess I could go as far as 50 silver,” “80 silver and a basic set of clothing or I walk to another tailor.” Gritting his teeth Melencor nodded and reached to shake Grim hand, noticing just how fragile it seemed. Later in a small closet-like room, Grim sat on a chair inside panting and trying to stop himself from shaking. He had been correct, this world had a monetary system similar to Ogres and Oubliette he had played over the internet. After getting the money and set of clothing, he had managed to make it to the changing room before almost collapsing. The flickering screen cam back after he had bargined with the Tailor. Another flash of weakness had hit him, something was wrong with his body.