The dullness of her old dagger was becoming a more pressing issue; deciding to be proactive, our heroine constructed herself a new weapon. A very shoddily made hammer built from old driftwood washed up on the river bank. Once she felt slightly safer, she continued back to the city, where a new problem arose.
The Argonian, being completely mute and lacking a pen and paper, found the act of selling the scales and crab meat a lengthy and tedious task. It was more expedient to just go to the general store, point at the iron helmet, and slap the aquatic squishy bits on the counter to get the point across. The store owner may or may not have taken pity on her, or was perhaps mesmerized by her lack of clothing.
On her way out, the aforementioned owner informed our heroine that if she was looking for work, there were normally boards filled with quests near the middle of every city and village, plus rumors if she went to the inn.
With her new equipment proudly displayed, she felt confident enough to take on anything!
Coot27
2021-01-22 09:38:17 +0000 UTC