Snippet #2577197

As soon as Zeebarl had his money and Esclava had his sewing kit, the merchant almost immediately pocketed the money, obviously happy to have made the sale, which was confirmed with the words; "Thank you very much Mr. Esk, your patronage is much appreciated. I do hope you find the kit to come in use for you.", seeming to burst from his lips almost instantly when Esk began inspecting the newly bought item, the vendor rubbing his hands happily.

The halfling was just about to turn and leave, especially when noticed even more rougher looking folks entered the Minstrel's Mug, most likely a sign the usual tavern rowdy crowd would arrive soon, but the half-elf's inquiry stopped him, realizing he had another sale on his hands.
As he looked round, he realized he had lost sight of the red haired knight and her companions unfortunately, a shame for sue as she seemed quite interested in something among his stock. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to find her afterwards, though now was all about Mr. Esk once more.
Zeebarl picked up the Seax and gave it a quick swing at some incriminating looking empty space before holding it out in front of Esk.
"You have a good eye my friend, for this large knife is not just a simple weapon surely to cut through the defenses of your foes with ease, thanks to it's supremely sharp edge, but also quite the handy tool as you most probably know my good man! Whether for cutting at the overgrowth of your surrounding wilderness, carefully slicing through cloth to get just the right amounts, or merely to simply sever a rope, this seax is surely the tool for the job, and it can be yours for a single silver coin. A bargain would you say. Mr. Esk?", Zeebarl chattered, trying to big up the dagger as much as he could, obviously desperate to make this tool sound grander.

Hoping Esclava would bite the bait and be a silver coin richer, Zeebarl tried his utmost to remember what was in the direction that the red haired knight and he cohorts had left in, seeming only able to recall a droopy and withering tree, making him feel just a tad frustrated at his recent amnesia, wondering how many times he had been to this place before, a she seemed to remember some minute snippets of the city. He decided it would be wiser to keep his attention on his current customer instead, giving Esk a a bigger grin as he awaited his answer.