Lucretia had entered the shop with a single push of the door. Side stepped, and closed it behind herself. Rarely was she seen in shops, usually, she would just steal what she wanted, but, this wasn't any normal shop. This was a weapons shop. And Lucretia, having back her muscles and skin, could not finally wield a weapon of any she desired, but perhaps not too good. Trainning needed to be re-done, as years of without close combat has caused her to be quite useless in that area.
Walking up to the counter, her pale, slender hands came to rest upon the cold wood. Her black eyes wandering around the room, spying swords of expenses she could not possess.
"Hi, can I help you?" A rather handsome young man came and smiled to, for a moment, she swore he was checking out her figure - or rather attempting since the cloak prevented such.
"I am looking for morning star. A good morning star, strong of quality, with fantstic workmanship on the metals upon it. Do you have any in such a description?" Lucretia's voice was stern, hard, cold, and almost demanding.
The man faltered under the beauty's demand, and then came to look about at the wall himself, and pointed out immediately one of such description.
The long half a meter wooden hitl was dorned with rings of metal sprialing up towards the chain upon the end, adding the wood's strength against breaking, the chain, was short, but the ball was of a good size - three-quaters the size of a man's head, but with long, thick spikes.
"That one is of a good make." He said, now being professional about it, rather than trying to flirt with up-tight bitch. "The ball is thick and a little hallow on the inside to give it that extra-strength of bashing in armour. The spikes, thicker than most morning stars." He turned and smiled to her, "It's good for people like yourself."
Insantly, she gave him a grin, "Well if you don't be polite to be once more, I'll use it on your head."
This quickly diminished the boy's smile and he came to seem, almost nervous now, "W-well, what do you think?"
"Chain's too short." Lucretia stated harshly, "I want one longer, but with everything that one has."
The boy nodded and walked into the back, leaving her stand there for at least more than ten minutes. She grew bored, and came to tap her fingers on the counter-top, in irritance. "I have not got all day!" She shouted in anger, "Hurry it up!"
More minutes passed, and he came back, looking more scared than anything, he placed the heavy morning star upon the counter, and then stepped back, a little back, as she inspected.
"That's much better!" Lucretia picked up the hilt, and then raising the spiked ball off of the counter, the long half a meter chain swinging it from side to side. "Perfect. Here." She threw him exactly 300 coins, and turned, waving a little, and walking out leaving the boy wishing to change his underwear.
Walking up to the counter, her pale, slender hands came to rest upon the cold wood. Her black eyes wandering around the room, spying swords of expenses she could not possess.
"Hi, can I help you?" A rather handsome young man came and smiled to, for a moment, she swore he was checking out her figure - or rather attempting since the cloak prevented such.
"I am looking for morning star. A good morning star, strong of quality, with fantstic workmanship on the metals upon it. Do you have any in such a description?" Lucretia's voice was stern, hard, cold, and almost demanding.
The man faltered under the beauty's demand, and then came to look about at the wall himself, and pointed out immediately one of such description.
The long half a meter wooden hitl was dorned with rings of metal sprialing up towards the chain upon the end, adding the wood's strength against breaking, the chain, was short, but the ball was of a good size - three-quaters the size of a man's head, but with long, thick spikes.
"That one is of a good make." He said, now being professional about it, rather than trying to flirt with up-tight bitch. "The ball is thick and a little hallow on the inside to give it that extra-strength of bashing in armour. The spikes, thicker than most morning stars." He turned and smiled to her, "It's good for people like yourself."
Insantly, she gave him a grin, "Well if you don't be polite to be once more, I'll use it on your head."
This quickly diminished the boy's smile and he came to seem, almost nervous now, "W-well, what do you think?"
"Chain's too short." Lucretia stated harshly, "I want one longer, but with everything that one has."
The boy nodded and walked into the back, leaving her stand there for at least more than ten minutes. She grew bored, and came to tap her fingers on the counter-top, in irritance. "I have not got all day!" She shouted in anger, "Hurry it up!"
More minutes passed, and he came back, looking more scared than anything, he placed the heavy morning star upon the counter, and then stepped back, a little back, as she inspected.
"That's much better!" Lucretia picked up the hilt, and then raising the spiked ball off of the counter, the long half a meter chain swinging it from side to side. "Perfect. Here." She threw him exactly 300 coins, and turned, waving a little, and walking out leaving the boy wishing to change his underwear.