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~Gearing Up~

You take the gold to the town smithy, in hopes that he'll have what you need. You feel as though your physical protection will always be more important than your hunger. Foresight tells you that you will be able to ration your food whereas a wound will inevitably kill you in the wild. Figuring that adrenaline will fuel most of your encounters is what tipped the scale, though.

As you stroll upon the Blacksmith shop, you notice that there is no steel heating. There is however, a man hammering a long metal rod over an anvil. You glance to the shop building itself and notice he's only got two items on display: A Sword and A Chest Plate.

"Lookin to buy somethin' strangeah?" a strong, commanding voice turned you back and you nodded. "We'w, wha' I got is what's in'na window. King held our town's portion o'steel for ransom wifout a single word 'o why. Seems a bi'odd to me, but all I got left is a Weapon or a clunky piece a'Armor. Take your pick and be off, I s'pose." You shudder at the urgency in the smith's voice. He seems pushy, but you figure it comes with the job.

"Oi!" the smith calls as you glare over the choices, "Be sure you pick what you need for what you're doin. Don't want to hear about no wanderer's dyin' while usin' somefin' I made." He pause and looks you up and down before delivering a frown, "Name's Deron, by the way... Now take y're pick an' leave. I got work to do. "

You inspect the metal before you.
- A decent sword with what looks to be a golden hilt and a sturdy steel blade. It will get you out of a pinch, but you might get distracted.
- A heavy looking steel chest plate. You can see indentations in the wood from where it's been put in this exact spot for a few days over and over. It will surely protect you, but at the cost of speed and comfort.



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