Noon starts to swallow the land, Ashalain and her companions finally reach Ravalind. Stopping by the gate, Garrick then questions some of the guards and people nearby.
"So how did it go Garrick, any information regarding that thief?" Baron implores.
"Seems that thief is even more cunning than I thought."
"How so?" Baron says crossing his arms.
"The guard told me that a strange man, who calls himself a merchant wanted to make contact with the guild for the recovery of his wares that were taken by some goblins."
"So how is that cunning?" Baron stern at him
"Then tell me Baron how is a strange young person, younger than you able to cross the guard. When you even failed to convince the guard at Starhim."
"Okay you got me there, so is there something more that you've gathered."
"The guard also told me that he had an important letter to deliver at the guild." Garrick sigh, easing the tension.
"So that's it, we just have to go to the guild and see this man," Baron exclaimed in eagerness.
"Maybe so, but something is off as if he's trying to confuse us. Baron, you go to the Guild and find if that man is really in there. While Mishel and I will talk with the people." Garrick said. And after seeing Ashalain griping his fist and clenching her teeth out of anger. "Ashalain don’t lose your composure, try to go to every shop that's the last thing I ask for you." Garrick implies.
Seeing her in distress, Mishel holds her hand. "Don't worry Ashalain we'll get that thief and your sword I swear."
Relief by her words Ashalain finally regains some of her appearances. "Okay then let's make this fast as possible." Ashalain softly spoke.
Walking at the town he wasn’t familiar to, Akatosh treads deeper into the town. And while he was stepping every block, Akatosh converse with the locals for information regarding this place and their shop. He also tried not to talk with many people, for it will make him easier and vulnerable to track.
Satisfied, he went to visit one of the cloth shops that was told to him by an elderly man. The moment he opens the door. "What can I do for you today, a young man in strange clothing." Greetings from the shopkeeper, an elderly woman.
"Just need some clothes for my size and not too shabby," Akatosh says, as he looks around the place seeing the different varieties of clothes that are displayed. Some of them are thick and adorned with jewels and other decorations. "Must be from the high-class people." Akatosh thought.
Buying noble apparel is a stupid thing to do so he searches for some relevant clothing, a simple one. And just a couple of swaying his eyeballs, Akatosh found what he was looking for. Separated, stocks of commoners' apparel are neatly piled.
"I'll try this one," Akatosh said, checking its fabric.
After trying the clothes through the changing room, he checks out the bag and the sword which he stole from the lady. A very majestic double-edged sword, and from its guard is a golden flame running down to the tip of the blade. But the most interesting about the sword is, the ten holes carved along the surface of the blade five at the other side and five to its opposite.
Stuffing it back into his bag. "Well, a loot is a loot it's her fault that this was stolen," Akatosh said, with an anxious feeling the moment he slowly sacks it into his magic bag.
In hesitation, Akatosh still didn't like to revise his jeans only his shirt did he changed. Once done, Akatosh stack five more clothes for his upcoming travels.
"By the way, do you have some spare of shrouds or cloak," Akatosh ask the senile shopkeeper.
Without a word of reply, she went by the back door leaving him worried, but then again, the greed desire begins to tingle his hand.
"I better not, not while I'm new to this world and how it runs," Akatosh says, looking at the peculiar things placed on the table.
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Afterward, it didn't take long for her to bring the different types of cloaks. There were many to be exact, from small to long size and with a marvelous design.
"You may take your time." She says gently placing the items on the desk.
"Mm-hmm... I'll be taking this simple one." Akatosh says, taking three simple grayish thin cloaks as he asks the cost of the expense that he'd bought.
"That would be two silver and fifty copper." The storekeeper said.
"Oof, this place sure isn't cheap, well nice making business with you." Akatosh said after he'd wear the long cloak.
"And thank you too young man." She smiles, a very nostalgic smile from a hard-working old person.
Outside the shop, hunger starts to rumble his stomach, but he had to prioritize first some equipment before buying a meal. Remembering the letter that Garry entrusted to him he went around looking for a heading. That's when he heard a beautiful voice, turning around to look what's making that sound. By his eyes was beautiful lady who's resting, humming at the fountain beside the garden.
"I should try to ask her, if she can point me to the direction of that place." Akatosh sigh treading to her direction.
"Sorry to interrupt you madam but, can you show me the way to a famous blacksmith."
She pauses, for a moment Akatosh starts to interact her. "It's okay my dear no need to worry about that. I see that you're new to this place." A cheerful reply.
"And that I' am." Akatosh softly spoke.
She was a beautiful lady in white, her curled plated blond hair truly fits her beauty. Akatosh however, notice her sad blue eyes. Eyes that hold loneliness, a blue cloudy eye. And by her appearance and soft words, Akatosh was captivated and mystify at the same time, rather from that brute woman he'd encountered at the inn.
She chuckles. "Follow this path until you see a lamp pole--" she says, points the direction of the shop. "--then take the right-side road. Once you see a tall building just go straight to it, there you’ll see a signboard showing a hammer and an anvil."
"I see..." Akatosh says going where the woman said.
"By the way, the beautiful garden matches yourself." Akatosh says, sauntering away.
Bowing her head down as she blushed. "T-thank you---” A solitary word as if someone acknowledge her presence as a human.
Cutting her off. "Nice meeting ya, but time had me grip today but I do hope seeing you again." A fatigue tone Akatosh says as he paved the cobble pathway.
Standing up she then said. "It's also nice meeting you, I too hope we meet again."
"Mm-hmm... Depends." Akatosh respond raising his hand
Following the lady's advice, Akatosh finally stand facing the front door of the shop. Consequently, after opening the door shouting and yelling starts to engulf the shop.
"Dad how many times did I told you, don't always put the tools at every corner of the shop. Geez… and don't drink while working got it." A voice of a child said.
The front door rang and as he enters the shop… "Did I come in a bad timing?" Akatosh usher.
Knowing his presence both greets Akatosh simultaneously. "Welcome, what can we do for you today sir."
"Um… I'm looking for a man name Barry."
Both exchange look. "Well, you got the right man, I'm Barry the blacksmith."
Without delay Akatosh quickly bring out the letter from his bag. "I see, I had a letter for you."
After Barry received the envelop, the little girl starts jumping trying to grab the paper. "Let me see! Let me see! Is that from Uncle Garry!"
Being persistently annoyed, Barry gave the letter and ask Akatosh what he need. "Sorry for my daughter's commotion"
"It's okay that's normal for kids."
"You got a point, so what do you need."
"I just need some equipment." Akatosh said looking around the shop and seeing the different varieties of armor and swords.
There is a full plate armor that covers mostly the whole body. And there is also the leather type armor, some are covered in chain mail padded with steel and iron.
Looking around the beautiful armors, Akatosh notice one strange armor behind Barry. Taking a closer look, the design hooks Akatosh already. An armor that mostly consists of leather, and some chain mail layer beneath the leather but the design is different and badass. By looking at it, a scarf is wrapped around the shoulder, and the chest is covered by thick Iron and steel. Its right shoulder was padded in steal. The lower waist of the armor is belted in different many types, and a half cloak that makes it more stylish.
Asking Barry about the armor. "Say mister what is that thing behind you."
"This, it's an armor that I design years ago. If I not mistaken, I created this armor five years ago."
"Why did anybody buy that armor?" Akatosh shockingly replied.
In a sad respond, Barry sigh. "Well to be exact this armor was complicated, the problem was, most of them only want the toughness of the armor. I tried to advertise it to some of the customers, but they say that its only for decoration, regardless this armor is just a decoration to this shop."
"Say Barry can I buy that armor."
"Huh… why would you buy this thing?"
"It’s just that… I like that armor and its design."
"Finally! Someone is alive who can acknowledge my arts of work!" He replies shaking Akatosh's hand.
When trying the armor, Akatosh was having some complications. It even didn't fit to his body. Then the little girl came and begun chanting word conjuring magic circle on Akatosh feet. And when the magic circle disappears, the armors slowly scale down fitting his size. Amazed by her talent Akatosh starts to consult her magic.
"I'm an enchanter."
"An enchanter? You mean the one that can put things and magic together?"
"Yep, although I'm an apprentice. But soon I will master this magic." Saying in a cheerful voice.
Afterwards, Barry came with two gauntlets were the other one was more design and badass. It was more like a claw-gauntlet. While its partner was normally layered with hard leather, on the outer surface the leather was then padded in steel and a strip leather to tighten the hand.