Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140901031029

Brih bought a warm woolen pullover sweater and a cloak made from the skins of ice wolves. It was beautiful and soft and she kept stroking it as if she couldn't believe she owned something so wondrous. The shopkeeper had dug up some leather bracers with steel armguards for her as well. Those items, plus a new pack, potions, various personal items and new undergarments rounded out her purchases. She had indeed lost everything but her gold--that she had kept on her person, much to Rhiannon's relief. She paid the woman and turned away from the counter as Rhiannon turned to take Morrigan's items from her so that she wouldn't have to get too near the shopkeeper. As she did, the woman screamed. Rhiannon whirled back to face her.

"In the name of the gods, what is wrong with you?" she asked.

"Oh--"the woman laughed weakly, "I'm so sorry, I thought her belt moved," said the merchant, pointing at Brih. Rhiannon relaxed and Brih laughed lightly.

"No," she said, "it's just a belt, nothing to worry about," she smiled.

"I must be tired," said the woman. "The day has only begun, too!  Now, let's see what you have here," she turned back to Rhiannon.