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"Hold on, they shirnk or grow to fit anyone?" Gwen eyes the cestus, the wolf head designs, at least it looks kind of wolfish

"Packs a wollop, it does," The nocker says "Furking like having a shield slam into it"

She prefers her own spear, but she glances over at Briar, then looks back, "Got anything like that, but with ah.. spikes or claws?"

Briar is poking at the blade of an impressively wicked looking axe. She has already been warned it is sharp, but pokes at it again. At next glance, Briar is scowling with her fingertip in her mouth. Probably unrelated.

"Well, sure, if you want a commision I can put that on, be extra though" The Nocker says, then looks at Briar "And what did we furking learn?"

"If you bleed on it, you own it?" She attempts with a toothy-metal grin.

"To hell with that, your blood stains it you buy it" A snort but he makes a waving motion

"It's not stained" Gwen assures, then whispers something to the fellow. who nods

Conspiracy, the troll is up to something!

The childling seems oblivious, as she now examines a set of throwing daggers - this time, hands shoved in pockets. "These look wimpy. Toothpicksh!"

"WIMPY Why you litltte.. that's genuine darksteel, punch through a highlord's chainmail they would"

"It'sh like a moushquito bite. Prick prick prick." Amused.

"You're the pr-" he starts to say

Gwen says 'Briar , if you don't want it"

"Shomeday I'm gonna have ballishtic armor. Layered kevlar strike vesht. We have those for training the hog dogs. If it shtops a giant devilboar, it will probably shop a toothpick." She comments, and then fidgets a bit, and allows, "The way it's folded for that squirmy pattern - that looks pretty cool."

"That what the mortals call a damascus technique, it can be raindrops and other patterns"

"Or blood drops if you imagine it that way" Gwen says

The grin on Briar's face indicates she does like to imagine it that way.

"Well, either way, it doesn't weaken the material, far from it" The weaponsmith says

"Huh, so you could put blades like that... on these?" She gestures to the Cestus

"Sure" he says "I could have it pop out like Wolverine for crying out loud. I am an furking ARTEEST"

Gwen looks at Briar to see if she shows signs, not verbal ones, of liking that idea

She does seem intrigued. "You wouldn't be able to hold your shpear well with those glovesh." Eying the cestus covetously, but without any measure of actual possessive intent. After all, there are all sorts of guards around. She'd not get three feet if she tried to nab something here.

"True" She nods, then looks to the worker. It'll cost some pretty coin, but "I want terrifying wolf patterns.. maybe even looking a bit rabid... if you can make the prongs look a bit like a wolf tooth even better..." And she starts to haggle.

She describes a weapon so fierce and intimidating and bad ass that it mgiht even seem a bit untrollish

Briar looks confused. Then... suspicious... and a hint of something rare to the unseelie child - dare it be hope? "Hey...that's all fancy Knight-work. Lordsh and ladiesh get fancy shit from stores. Or Heroes and shquires get giftsh from their liege." Not saying... definitely not daring to EXPECT... but it sounds like, maybe...?

"Uh huh" Gwen says ignoring

Briar fidgets, but patience is not her strong suit. A tug at her arm. "What're you buying that for?" Bluntly!

"Hopefuly for a good bargain" She says

A stomp, stomp stomp! "That's not even how you bargain, you didn't even THREATEN yet!"

"In a Gwydion hold? With guards ready to rush to this good man's aid? Or.. if he's cheating people, to shut him down?" She points out

"Darn straight i'd..hey, I never cheated no one"

"True, sir. Glad to hear it. WOuldn't want your rep ruined if you did" She says "SO... let's bargain, and I'll find out from others later if I got had, as a fledge it won't mean much if I ask, and then" A smile "I'm sure WHAT you did to me prize wise would rreflect on if you took advantage"

The Nocker glares, but the haggling resumes a bit more knocked off

Briar jerks at Gwen's hand, now affecting diffidence. "You ain't got so much money you need to be spending it on me. You ain't even got a JOB. It's too expensive, and I bet my kevvie murder-glove will work just as fine, you saw I was able to mash-em-up good earlier. Even if it does slice my hand a bit, bloods blood, right?"

"Well..." She says "You fought bravely, you should get something"

"Foought bravely?" The nocker says not liking the idea of this commision vanishing "But the melees havent' started yet"

"She smashed some bad guys trying to jump Sir Franklyn" She answers honestly

"Sir Franklyn of RIVERVALE?" the guy says

"Uhm.. yes" Gwen says not sure how much she should say now that she's opened her big mouth

"Oh why didn't you say you were friends with Sir Franklyn. One of the only Liams I can stand.. for you, half price" And he cuts it right then and there

And Briar can see that Gwen is at war with herself. To not tell and take the deal.. or be honorable, to confess they are not FRIENDS to Sir Franklyn, and that the discount is unearned, at least on those grounds

"We ain't friends YET. But we are battle buddies now. And that ain't shit either, right?" She adds, helpfully. Hopefully helpfully.

"yes, we.. he thanked us personally" She says

"mmm good enough, fine, half price" he says

Briar barely covers up a whoop of triumph. It sounds like a snort-fart sound, covered by coughing.

And she pays "The rest when you're done, sir." A look at Briar "And yes, they are for you, but I'm tempted to tell you you cant use them until Yule. Spoilsport"

"But... but why? That was all your spending money! I thought if you'd gone soft you'da spent it on things for Mari or the bossy-blues."

She asks, once out of earshot of the vendor.