RP between Coltara and Rook
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Rook — 08/12/2020
@Coltara
Being in a new place had come with a bit of reclusive behaviour on Crowling's part, but she wanted to settle after getting her own land, having sold her ship to ensure she had the room she needed for her family and the Utahraptors she had brought along. As always, the large reptiles had their own sort of paddock behind her house, the materials brought along from when she first had them on Guildereim.
Paying people to construct the place was easy enough, though the largest male followed the viking around outside. One 'raptor roaming wasn't as big a risk as three, especially when she wanted to make sure the eggs remained in their little area. Going to the main city was always a fun trip, especially with the kids and in her own scaly form, but this time, she wandered on foot by herself. A cart was dragged along, holding a good amount of carved drinking horns and adjustable belt holsters for anyone interested in carrying them around.
Perhaps the wares would get interest. If not, she figured she could just live with farming and selling crops.
Coltara — 08/15/2020
Maxie was still getting used to being in public without a glamour, distinctly unhuman and yet difficult to identify with certainty as any known race. A cryptid even among supernaturals and beings from a cornucopia of worlds and realms, the looks he received now from both mundane and fae alike were often rather curious. This was a different kind of unwanted attention, but he knew that he had to accustom himself to receiving it better. The looks rarely lingered long anyway, curiosity easily displaced as many here carried unusual features and fae in particular were known to take all kinds of forms.
Still, the ring remained tucked away in one of his belt pouches just in case. When it came to shopping, looking more human or more fae could be a boon depending on the place of business. While the man most certainly didn’t consider himself dishonest, he saw nothing wrong with exercising a little social wisdom if it meant making his day easier. Especially when language barriers were not uncommon and enough trade was conducted through expression and gesture alone.
There was not much to pin his place of origin either, outside of his voice: clothing did not only tend towards the simple, but had become a mix of fashion picked up over the years from a variety of realms and eras. It was today he was dressed in a sleeveless brown and white tunic with open laced collar, tailored brown breeches tied just below the knee, similarly specialized glove ‘shoes’ failing to conceal his feet, and a heavy belt with sword at hip, satchel at side and glasses sitting much lower on a flattened nose bridge. What was taking even more getting used to was keeping a longer tail safe in crowds (especially around doors) and politely kept within his own personal bubble.
Max was passing through the market on his way home from running a few errands, slowing down to peruse the more interesting wares with Joan in mind. A new comb he promised not to touch might be just the thing, but he was keeping an eye out for more interesting treasures as well. Pebbles the pig walked at his side carrying a set of saddlebags, stopping to snort around for any dropped edibles around the stalls whenever he stopped to look at something.
In his meandering the drinking horns caught his eye and he slowed down to appraise them. These were something he hadn’t seen in quite some time and their existence here intrigued. When he rose his eyes, intending to take a better look at the woman carting them and to ask if she had carved them herself, he found himself distracted by a feathered crest. A look as curious as some gave him took over his features.
“…wot manner o’ beast is tha’?” he blurt out as he thought it. It seemed he was now fascinated by its lethal looking claws. Maxie had certainly seen a wide assortment of creatures and races over the course of the years moving from realm to realm, but he wasn’t certain he’d ever seen anything quite like this animal. It could be some kind of dragon with both reptilian and bird-like features, he supposed. In having this follow-up thought a concern washed over him that he may have just called someone a beast.
Rook — 08/15/2020
Maxie was a new face, unsurprisingly, given Crow had only bothered to venture in now and she paused when he approached. The little pig was eyed for a moment, and she took note of the little bags clinging to its side. Cute. Regardless of her appraising thoughts, the viking's face remained impassive and soon rested back on Pebbles' owner.
When Visalth became the subject, the 'raptor turned its head towards Maxie as well and clicked one of those large, hooked claws. "He is a Utahraptor." Not a dragon, though she would probably understand the assumption if people mentioned it. Mindful of the large predator's nature, she kept hold of his reins and directed him to stand next to the cart to ensure there was something kept between him and Pebbles.
"He was hatched from a brood I had been given on Guildereim, but I don't know where the parents were from. If you want one like him, I do sell the eggs, but they are not simple pets." Crow doubted Maxie was the sort to get one because they were exotic and obviously meant to be pretty pets.
Coltara — 08/15/2020
“Utah?” he repeated in curiosity, assuming it to be some faraway land. Max looked over the creature again, paying close attention to the way that claw clicked on the ground and the look of its eyes and feathers. Well, the raptor part seemed to make sense - although he assumed it was far diverged from those that could fly. If only he knew how incredibly backwards he had it!
Crow drew sharp attention in mentioning Guildereim. This was the name of a place that was familiar. Max had never been there himself, but he had heard plenty of stories. They were of the type that made him instantly a little more wary of her, but he tried not to let it show. Pebbles simply continued to sniff around. It seemed she did not have enough concern about the presence of a dangerous predator, but seemed aware enough to stay on the ‘right’ side of the cart.
“I c’n tell by lookin’, are they huntin’ animals…?” the wild man asked with growing curiosity. “I may know someone who’d be interested t’ know these exist.”
A few people really, for a variety of reasons - especially if eggs were involved! Max looked at the utahraptor again and tried to imagine what one would look like in dark greys and black with glowing gold eyes. It was rather easy and for reasons he may not have been consciously aware of. Max once again remained amusingly ignorant to the past.
Rook — 08/16/2020
"Yeah, don't know much about it myself, but it was the name people used for his mother." She'd probably go looking, though, if she knew more were wandering around there. Doubtful at that time, even if she managed to get more from Guildereim's shore herself. While she noted the change in disposition after mentioning that isle, she chose to ignore it for now.
"Yes, pack hunters. I have two more back at my home, and they hunt together often." A pointed look was given to Pebbles, though Crow was concerned she didn't seem too concerned about the 'raptor. Not surprising, perhaps, given she was a boar. Visalth shifted occasionally, lifting his head up to test the viking's grip on the reins only to dip his head down to try to inch it closer to Pebbles.
"Oh yeah? They do not come cheap, and I won't be selling my current trio. Just the eggs." Crow would dip her other hand down, pressing it against the back of Visalth's feathery head. "I would be happy to train them for your friends, too, unless they have some skill in it."
Coltara — 08/17/2020
“I understan’. I’ll let them kno’. Are you in town often?” he inquired, tearing his attention away from the raptor.
Pebbles remained perfectly content as she root around the cobblestones, but she did appear to lack eyes - perhaps her blindness was a factor, but surely she could smell fine.
Rook — 08/17/2020
"Only started coming here recently, but I had my house to set up and a living area for the pack." She replied, tying the reins around the cart once she got tired of him tugging at them. A glance was given to the 'raptor when he finally relented and kneeled down, though she took it as invitation to sit atop his back. Atleast then he'd actually remain in the spot.
"Looking to sell things, buy things. You wandering the market for just peeking at things or are you looking to bring something home?" He had eyed the horns prior to Visalth, so Crow was more than happy to pedal her own wares. "It'll be ten shards a horn, belt holsters included if you want one too."
Pebbles, once again, became a point of interest for her. "Where did you get that? Would you sell it? Or tell me where to get one?"
Coltara — 08/18/2020
Max laughed as he looked back to the drinking horns and crossed his arms.
“I’m afraid she’s no’ f’r sale nor a domestic breed, a bit o’ a special case she is,” he replied, suggesting that the boar was perhaps one of a kind. Pebbles grunted as if in agreement. “I’m mostly browsin’, but ‘opin t’ find somethin’ - these would be more f’r me than my wife tho’. Did you make these…?”
The horns garnered interest as a nostalgic reminder of ceremonial objects from his youth, a practice that the people of his father’s father’s father had brought with them to Scotland. They had been objects of antiquity even in his time, but most certainly not unheard of as fanciful pieces among the nobility. These objects however struck him as more genuine articles than adopted reproductions. There was always the chance this woman was from an alternate world or a skilled artisan with historical knowledge, but just as good of one that she hailed from somewhere even earlier than the 13th century (if not all the above). A more attentive look was given to her now.
This potential almost intrigued him more than the “utahraptor” or even that she might share Norse heritage. Max and Arron had few to none they could converse with in regards to the struggles of adapting to the knowledge of eras past their own. It could be rather overwhelming at times!
Rook — 08/18/2020
"Ahh, too bad." Crow commented with a shrug, brushing her fingers over the crest atop Visalth's head and the 'raptor responded by closing his eyes. When he asked about the horns, she nodded. "My husband and I did, bit of a trade we haven't bothered with before. But, no one has them here." Guildereim had other vikings and with them, came such goods.
Crow didn't care to stick around or even deal with a market competition, not when new places gave her the opportunity to sell a great deal to people who hadn't any before. "They've all been polished, too, well-cleaned so you won't have to worry about anything swimming in your drink." The viking said, holding one up and out for him to inspect on his own.
"We can even make sure the belt holster fits your current belt right now."
Coltara — 08/22/2020
Max accepted it and took a closer look, curious about any differences between the more Norwegian pieces he’d known and these Icelandic renditions.
“A skill from yo'r homeland or learned along the way...?” he asked conversationally, looking over the other horns. “You have anything with dragons?”
Rook — 08/22/2020
The major differences were possibly the runes, if anything! "From my homeland yes. Iceland, different time though than where I am now." She explained, moving a leg over Visalth's back so she could face the cart better without having to stand. "Dragons?" She would've been concerned, had they been somewhere else. "No, but I can carve a new one if you'd like and switch the runes to dragons."
Coltara — 08/22/2020
“Ah, more common in other places perhaps,” he said apologetically. “Tha’s quite al’righ’, I’m sure I’ll see something I like!”
Maxie looked over the rest for something appropriate and perhaps on the simpler side. The use of runes was interesting, but he was having a hard time with them due to his poor memory of futhorc. It had been an alphabet largely replaced by Latin in his time, but some symbols were familiar and he spent time looking at these trying to see if he could recall their meaning.
There was much to be appreciated in the fine detailing of carved reliefs and lettering: he was used to smooth vessels with mountings not always made of true horn, typically devoid of markings except on the metal attached and frequently adorned with caps or other extra decorative features showcasing dragons, griffins, angels and saints. They sometimes even had legs and mimicked being the bodies of creatures entirely, but rarely did they have much in the way of etchings on the bone.
“Wot time period, if y’ don’ min’ me askin’?”
Rook — 08/22/2020
"Probably. Not many from my homelands cared for dragons." Surprisingly, given what her and her siblings were capable of. But that sort of thing was kept to herself. She went through the stock, dusted them off if needed.
"I was born around 901, found myself in Guildereim's era...somehow." She didn't know how it worked, but decided to blame it on some strange magic. "I atleast had many years there to get used to everything from there...here. This place seems the same, era-wise." From the new clothes, technology and...literally everything really.
Coltara — 08/29/2020
There was an understanding grunt given to few having cared for dragons. It made some sense that their imagery would be less prevalent in times before they had faded into heraldry and legend, but this would not cross his mind until later.
“Really,” he commented in reply as he looked up from the horns, his eyebrows rising with some surprise. It seemed this was an appreciable fact. “Hm. I was born 1247. M’ name is Max,” he offered in respect to politeness, extending a calloused and dark-nailed hand.
Rook — 08/29/2020
"Yes, not that I mind the change. Just strange." She would accept the handshake, though while as calloused as his, her hand was notably cooler than would seem healthy. "Crowling, it is nice to meet you. I should probably go get some of these sold, I imagine my children will show up and run amuck if I don't show back up at a reasonable time." Or they would, anyway, she wouldn't refuse them their wanderlust. "I hope we get to talk more soon."
Coltara — 09/14/2020
Max remained polite as he shook her hand, but his grip might have seemed a little firm. While curious and amiable, there was something in his eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing a little too hard.
“Crowling,” he repeated to commit the name to memory. “Well met. I understan’, don’ le’ me ‘old y’up - but ‘ere, le’ me buy this ‘efore y’ go,” he said, pointing to a horn that he must have liked well enough. Maxie had a foggy recollection of the rune representing protection and while he might not know what was else was wrapped around it, that was more that good enough for him. “No belt ‘olster needed,” he followed up as he reached for his purse to pull out ten shards.
Rook — 09/14/2020
Crow didn't seem so concerned about the grip, unless he decided to hold on longer than necessary! Once the handshake ended, she drew back and looked to the horn he preferred above the others. "Yes, of course." She plucked it out of the pile, as she went digging for shards. After he offered those over, she'd hand it to him and placed the shards away in a pouch. "Nice doing business with you. Tell your friends, and all of that."
She decided to attach the cart to Visalth's saddle, and grasped his reins, seeking to lead him off to go find more interested buyers. The 'raptor, as intended, would probably help in getting the attention she was looking for.
Coltara — 09/20/2020
“Thank-y’,” he replied as he handed over the shards in exchange, “I will!” Max carefully tucked the horn away in his bag before raising his hand in farewell. When they had went their separate ways he would continue to browse the market a little longer before heading home. Evren would be among the first to be alerted to the existence of utahraptor eggs in the area (perhaps before he left the city proper, if she could be caught at home), but the clan at large would be informed of such interesting animals.
@Coltara
Being in a new place had come with a bit of reclusive behaviour on Crowling's part, but she wanted to settle after getting her own land, having sold her ship to ensure she had the room she needed for her family and the Utahraptors she had brought along. As always, the large reptiles had their own sort of paddock behind her house, the materials brought along from when she first had them on Guildereim.
Paying people to construct the place was easy enough, though the largest male followed the viking around outside. One 'raptor roaming wasn't as big a risk as three, especially when she wanted to make sure the eggs remained in their little area. Going to the main city was always a fun trip, especially with the kids and in her own scaly form, but this time, she wandered on foot by herself. A cart was dragged along, holding a good amount of carved drinking horns and adjustable belt holsters for anyone interested in carrying them around.
Perhaps the wares would get interest. If not, she figured she could just live with farming and selling crops.
Coltara — 08/15/2020
Maxie was still getting used to being in public without a glamour, distinctly unhuman and yet difficult to identify with certainty as any known race. A cryptid even among supernaturals and beings from a cornucopia of worlds and realms, the looks he received now from both mundane and fae alike were often rather curious. This was a different kind of unwanted attention, but he knew that he had to accustom himself to receiving it better. The looks rarely lingered long anyway, curiosity easily displaced as many here carried unusual features and fae in particular were known to take all kinds of forms.
Still, the ring remained tucked away in one of his belt pouches just in case. When it came to shopping, looking more human or more fae could be a boon depending on the place of business. While the man most certainly didn’t consider himself dishonest, he saw nothing wrong with exercising a little social wisdom if it meant making his day easier. Especially when language barriers were not uncommon and enough trade was conducted through expression and gesture alone.
There was not much to pin his place of origin either, outside of his voice: clothing did not only tend towards the simple, but had become a mix of fashion picked up over the years from a variety of realms and eras. It was today he was dressed in a sleeveless brown and white tunic with open laced collar, tailored brown breeches tied just below the knee, similarly specialized glove ‘shoes’ failing to conceal his feet, and a heavy belt with sword at hip, satchel at side and glasses sitting much lower on a flattened nose bridge. What was taking even more getting used to was keeping a longer tail safe in crowds (especially around doors) and politely kept within his own personal bubble.
Max was passing through the market on his way home from running a few errands, slowing down to peruse the more interesting wares with Joan in mind. A new comb he promised not to touch might be just the thing, but he was keeping an eye out for more interesting treasures as well. Pebbles the pig walked at his side carrying a set of saddlebags, stopping to snort around for any dropped edibles around the stalls whenever he stopped to look at something.
In his meandering the drinking horns caught his eye and he slowed down to appraise them. These were something he hadn’t seen in quite some time and their existence here intrigued. When he rose his eyes, intending to take a better look at the woman carting them and to ask if she had carved them herself, he found himself distracted by a feathered crest. A look as curious as some gave him took over his features.
“…wot manner o’ beast is tha’?” he blurt out as he thought it. It seemed he was now fascinated by its lethal looking claws. Maxie had certainly seen a wide assortment of creatures and races over the course of the years moving from realm to realm, but he wasn’t certain he’d ever seen anything quite like this animal. It could be some kind of dragon with both reptilian and bird-like features, he supposed. In having this follow-up thought a concern washed over him that he may have just called someone a beast.
Rook — 08/15/2020
Maxie was a new face, unsurprisingly, given Crow had only bothered to venture in now and she paused when he approached. The little pig was eyed for a moment, and she took note of the little bags clinging to its side. Cute. Regardless of her appraising thoughts, the viking's face remained impassive and soon rested back on Pebbles' owner.
When Visalth became the subject, the 'raptor turned its head towards Maxie as well and clicked one of those large, hooked claws. "He is a Utahraptor." Not a dragon, though she would probably understand the assumption if people mentioned it. Mindful of the large predator's nature, she kept hold of his reins and directed him to stand next to the cart to ensure there was something kept between him and Pebbles.
"He was hatched from a brood I had been given on Guildereim, but I don't know where the parents were from. If you want one like him, I do sell the eggs, but they are not simple pets." Crow doubted Maxie was the sort to get one because they were exotic and obviously meant to be pretty pets.
Coltara — 08/15/2020
“Utah?” he repeated in curiosity, assuming it to be some faraway land. Max looked over the creature again, paying close attention to the way that claw clicked on the ground and the look of its eyes and feathers. Well, the raptor part seemed to make sense - although he assumed it was far diverged from those that could fly. If only he knew how incredibly backwards he had it!
Crow drew sharp attention in mentioning Guildereim. This was the name of a place that was familiar. Max had never been there himself, but he had heard plenty of stories. They were of the type that made him instantly a little more wary of her, but he tried not to let it show. Pebbles simply continued to sniff around. It seemed she did not have enough concern about the presence of a dangerous predator, but seemed aware enough to stay on the ‘right’ side of the cart.
“I c’n tell by lookin’, are they huntin’ animals…?” the wild man asked with growing curiosity. “I may know someone who’d be interested t’ know these exist.”
A few people really, for a variety of reasons - especially if eggs were involved! Max looked at the utahraptor again and tried to imagine what one would look like in dark greys and black with glowing gold eyes. It was rather easy and for reasons he may not have been consciously aware of. Max once again remained amusingly ignorant to the past.
Rook — 08/16/2020
"Yeah, don't know much about it myself, but it was the name people used for his mother." She'd probably go looking, though, if she knew more were wandering around there. Doubtful at that time, even if she managed to get more from Guildereim's shore herself. While she noted the change in disposition after mentioning that isle, she chose to ignore it for now.
"Yes, pack hunters. I have two more back at my home, and they hunt together often." A pointed look was given to Pebbles, though Crow was concerned she didn't seem too concerned about the 'raptor. Not surprising, perhaps, given she was a boar. Visalth shifted occasionally, lifting his head up to test the viking's grip on the reins only to dip his head down to try to inch it closer to Pebbles.
"Oh yeah? They do not come cheap, and I won't be selling my current trio. Just the eggs." Crow would dip her other hand down, pressing it against the back of Visalth's feathery head. "I would be happy to train them for your friends, too, unless they have some skill in it."
Coltara — 08/17/2020
“I understan’. I’ll let them kno’. Are you in town often?” he inquired, tearing his attention away from the raptor.
Pebbles remained perfectly content as she root around the cobblestones, but she did appear to lack eyes - perhaps her blindness was a factor, but surely she could smell fine.
Rook — 08/17/2020
"Only started coming here recently, but I had my house to set up and a living area for the pack." She replied, tying the reins around the cart once she got tired of him tugging at them. A glance was given to the 'raptor when he finally relented and kneeled down, though she took it as invitation to sit atop his back. Atleast then he'd actually remain in the spot.
"Looking to sell things, buy things. You wandering the market for just peeking at things or are you looking to bring something home?" He had eyed the horns prior to Visalth, so Crow was more than happy to pedal her own wares. "It'll be ten shards a horn, belt holsters included if you want one too."
Pebbles, once again, became a point of interest for her. "Where did you get that? Would you sell it? Or tell me where to get one?"
Coltara — 08/18/2020
Max laughed as he looked back to the drinking horns and crossed his arms.
“I’m afraid she’s no’ f’r sale nor a domestic breed, a bit o’ a special case she is,” he replied, suggesting that the boar was perhaps one of a kind. Pebbles grunted as if in agreement. “I’m mostly browsin’, but ‘opin t’ find somethin’ - these would be more f’r me than my wife tho’. Did you make these…?”
The horns garnered interest as a nostalgic reminder of ceremonial objects from his youth, a practice that the people of his father’s father’s father had brought with them to Scotland. They had been objects of antiquity even in his time, but most certainly not unheard of as fanciful pieces among the nobility. These objects however struck him as more genuine articles than adopted reproductions. There was always the chance this woman was from an alternate world or a skilled artisan with historical knowledge, but just as good of one that she hailed from somewhere even earlier than the 13th century (if not all the above). A more attentive look was given to her now.
This potential almost intrigued him more than the “utahraptor” or even that she might share Norse heritage. Max and Arron had few to none they could converse with in regards to the struggles of adapting to the knowledge of eras past their own. It could be rather overwhelming at times!
Rook — 08/18/2020
"Ahh, too bad." Crow commented with a shrug, brushing her fingers over the crest atop Visalth's head and the 'raptor responded by closing his eyes. When he asked about the horns, she nodded. "My husband and I did, bit of a trade we haven't bothered with before. But, no one has them here." Guildereim had other vikings and with them, came such goods.
Crow didn't care to stick around or even deal with a market competition, not when new places gave her the opportunity to sell a great deal to people who hadn't any before. "They've all been polished, too, well-cleaned so you won't have to worry about anything swimming in your drink." The viking said, holding one up and out for him to inspect on his own.
"We can even make sure the belt holster fits your current belt right now."
Coltara — 08/22/2020
Max accepted it and took a closer look, curious about any differences between the more Norwegian pieces he’d known and these Icelandic renditions.
“A skill from yo'r homeland or learned along the way...?” he asked conversationally, looking over the other horns. “You have anything with dragons?”
Rook — 08/22/2020
The major differences were possibly the runes, if anything! "From my homeland yes. Iceland, different time though than where I am now." She explained, moving a leg over Visalth's back so she could face the cart better without having to stand. "Dragons?" She would've been concerned, had they been somewhere else. "No, but I can carve a new one if you'd like and switch the runes to dragons."
Coltara — 08/22/2020
“Ah, more common in other places perhaps,” he said apologetically. “Tha’s quite al’righ’, I’m sure I’ll see something I like!”
Maxie looked over the rest for something appropriate and perhaps on the simpler side. The use of runes was interesting, but he was having a hard time with them due to his poor memory of futhorc. It had been an alphabet largely replaced by Latin in his time, but some symbols were familiar and he spent time looking at these trying to see if he could recall their meaning.
There was much to be appreciated in the fine detailing of carved reliefs and lettering: he was used to smooth vessels with mountings not always made of true horn, typically devoid of markings except on the metal attached and frequently adorned with caps or other extra decorative features showcasing dragons, griffins, angels and saints. They sometimes even had legs and mimicked being the bodies of creatures entirely, but rarely did they have much in the way of etchings on the bone.
“Wot time period, if y’ don’ min’ me askin’?”
Rook — 08/22/2020
"Probably. Not many from my homelands cared for dragons." Surprisingly, given what her and her siblings were capable of. But that sort of thing was kept to herself. She went through the stock, dusted them off if needed.
"I was born around 901, found myself in Guildereim's era...somehow." She didn't know how it worked, but decided to blame it on some strange magic. "I atleast had many years there to get used to everything from there...here. This place seems the same, era-wise." From the new clothes, technology and...literally everything really.
Coltara — 08/29/2020
There was an understanding grunt given to few having cared for dragons. It made some sense that their imagery would be less prevalent in times before they had faded into heraldry and legend, but this would not cross his mind until later.
“Really,” he commented in reply as he looked up from the horns, his eyebrows rising with some surprise. It seemed this was an appreciable fact. “Hm. I was born 1247. M’ name is Max,” he offered in respect to politeness, extending a calloused and dark-nailed hand.
Rook — 08/29/2020
"Yes, not that I mind the change. Just strange." She would accept the handshake, though while as calloused as his, her hand was notably cooler than would seem healthy. "Crowling, it is nice to meet you. I should probably go get some of these sold, I imagine my children will show up and run amuck if I don't show back up at a reasonable time." Or they would, anyway, she wouldn't refuse them their wanderlust. "I hope we get to talk more soon."
Coltara — 09/14/2020
Max remained polite as he shook her hand, but his grip might have seemed a little firm. While curious and amiable, there was something in his eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing a little too hard.
“Crowling,” he repeated to commit the name to memory. “Well met. I understan’, don’ le’ me ‘old y’up - but ‘ere, le’ me buy this ‘efore y’ go,” he said, pointing to a horn that he must have liked well enough. Maxie had a foggy recollection of the rune representing protection and while he might not know what was else was wrapped around it, that was more that good enough for him. “No belt ‘olster needed,” he followed up as he reached for his purse to pull out ten shards.
Rook — 09/14/2020
Crow didn't seem so concerned about the grip, unless he decided to hold on longer than necessary! Once the handshake ended, she drew back and looked to the horn he preferred above the others. "Yes, of course." She plucked it out of the pile, as she went digging for shards. After he offered those over, she'd hand it to him and placed the shards away in a pouch. "Nice doing business with you. Tell your friends, and all of that."
She decided to attach the cart to Visalth's saddle, and grasped his reins, seeking to lead him off to go find more interested buyers. The 'raptor, as intended, would probably help in getting the attention she was looking for.
Coltara — 09/20/2020
“Thank-y’,” he replied as he handed over the shards in exchange, “I will!” Max carefully tucked the horn away in his bag before raising his hand in farewell. When they had went their separate ways he would continue to browse the market a little longer before heading home. Evren would be among the first to be alerted to the existence of utahraptor eggs in the area (perhaps before he left the city proper, if she could be caught at home), but the clan at large would be informed of such interesting animals.
