Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140427163833/@comment-5735114-20140429222145

Gilnea searched the town until she found the blacksmith. He was a large Nord with unkempt black hair and a majestic beard to match it. Seeing he had a customer, he placed the piece of steel he was working on in the water to cool, and had to stop from laughing heartily when he saw his customer's size. Towering over Gilnea, he boomed, "Well, what can I do for you, little lady? A half dagger, perhaps?"

"Uh... I-I'd like a-an Elven Sword... please...", said Gilnea rather meekly. Seeing the bulge of her pocket, the blacksmith saw an opportunity to make some extra gold.

"Well, resources are startin' to get scarce, little lass, so I'm afraid I've had to raise prices. It'll cost you... 1500," the blacksmith said in his heavy Nordic accent.

Gilnea had already spent 250 of her Septims on food, and this sword would cut her funds short greatly. Still, what choice did she have? She was a completely incapable blacksmith. Hanging her head, she pulled out the coin pouch and poured out a hefty amount of coins. Briefly counting them, feeling smaller by the second, she eventually held her hand out and the blacksmith eagerly took the money with his large pawlike hands.

"This'll be done in a couple hours, lass. Check back with me later," said the blacksmith, pleased with his resourcefulness.