Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131224092505/@comment-3293219-20131225234333

As the left, Nish noticed something on the table.

It was a small crossbow, it looked like it was specially manufactured for Rieklings or something... it was way too small for him.

Intregued the breton picked it up, noticing two leather straps hanging off of it, he heald the device up against his arm and wrapped the strings around it.

"It's... a  tiny crossbow?" Nish asked the shopkeeper, in amazement, pulling the lever and watching as the mini-crossbow opened up.

"Ah, thought you would have seen one of them by now. They're a big thing in the northern cities and souther cities of Skyrim." The shopkeeper explained.

"Since when?" Nish asked, closing it again. The craftsmanship was excellent...

"Only a few weeks now... this merchant in Whiterun invented them and made 'em famous." The argonian answered, hading the leather armour to his brother who took them to the back.

Nish took it and a few of the darts and sighed, "Doesn't look lethal..." the breton muttered, you couldn't kill anyone with this.

"You aren't supposed to, you poison the darts to make 'em lethal." The argonian explained, taking a dart from under the counter and dipping it into a potion bottle.

"The darts themselves hurt but they can't make a deep wound but with a bit of poison and your target will go out like a light."