#bergen_county

"Mmm. Thank you." he offers them back "Don't miss a sale one any of these. I will consider and if I come to a choice I will return."

"while normally I'd warn you these will sale fast, to be fair you're the first to ask for a weapon for a childlig. Odds are good you have time" He knocks on wood though

"Thank you." Frank walks on, looking and thinking.

There are many things for sale. the weapons, toys, woodcraft over there from Rivervale itself. Tove waves

Frank wanders over. "Proud Pennons to you."

"Proud Pennons, Frank. Good wrestling match"

"Mm." A grunt Could have gone better.

"Not MUCH better" she says "Also, who expected an Anaconda pooka?"

"Teaneck." he points out.

"Yep . The Baron's sneaky.." Amused "Of course, Oe can't help but notice he was really sore after that joust"

"I think your wife might have wanted to educate him just a bit"

"Mm." Can't educate the willfully ignorant....

"Oh now, don't be sour. You'll win next year," She says "oh, I'm also selling some of your wife's work on this counter, and some of Dagmar's here ..."

Frank looks the work over.

He knows his wife's style best, looks like she carved a viking longship, in minature, of course

And a elk family depiction, Adult male, Adult female, and two calves.

His beard moves. He looks at Dagmar's work.

Dagmar loves her animals. Looks like she's gotten around to carving Spark, also a rather comical take of Twobit at her most fierce towering over a forest, as if the little thing were actually a three times taller than the pines she rose above

Frank glances up at Tove. "Quite an imagination. Suits her." he compliments.

"Thank you" She beams , a proud mother "She also made a sign that says "Beware of Twobit, she think's she's a real dog'"

"But we kept that for the house"

He chuckles, a low rumble. "Sounds about right."

"Now my own works are the rest, but you're family so if you want anythinng let me know, we'll ggive you a discout"

"Just window shopping at the moment, Tove, but thank you. How's CJ?"

"ADorable, dad's watching him while he shops for Myrtle Anne" Tove smiles "Grandparents are useful"

Frank considers a moment..... nods.

"Finding anything you like? Either here or otherwhere?" A smile "Lots of good vendors, not just me"

"And yet, you'll get my... Pennons Bucks before anyone else."

"Except Brekke."

With some apology.

A chuckle "Don't apologize. As a wife i Heartedly approve of my husband giving me MY cut first so of course, she should from you"

His beard moves... and he moves. On.

"YOU sir, you look like a man who appreciates shoes," A boggan calls out "I am a cobbler, I cobb, sir. And I do not charge extra for those of greater than average foot size. Work boots for you, I bet, or perhaps you prefer a nice set of slippers for home when you get back FROM work? "

Frank goes over to see....

The Cobbler has an impressive array of shoes, but also a work area where can build you a pair of shoes on the spot

"I'm... well taken care of in the footwear area." Frank starts to leave, pauses.

"Slippers?"

"Slippers, sir, looking for home comfort?" He pulls out one set "Nordic style, fittingly heh enough"

"maybe you appreciate fine leather? "

It seems he truly does have a lot of variety in men's slippers

"Not. For me."

"A. Lady."

"AH HA!" He puts the men's slippers to the side and pulls out another shelf that seems to be on some sort of display pull out section

"Moccasin style?"

"Mm. No, thank you."

"Sheep skin?"