Kalkun, Rockhill District (@S121)
"One, two, three... Four?"
A grizzled figure appeared on the road up to Kalkun, his attention focused on a small bag in his hands. His hands were calloused from months, probably years of labor, and his fingers had a few cuts here and there that looked like they were treated with antiseptic and a few bandages. Perched between his fingers were four green gleaming gemstones, emeralds. The young man chuckled to himself and fiddled with the largest one before tucking them back into the coinpouch. His name was Eric Reynard, one of many wandering merchants in Aeterna, or perhaps one of the few with his head mostly intact. Personally, he liked referring to himself as something else, but alas, that was another story. He carefully attached his pouch to his waist and patted the dust out of his side before looking over his shoulder.
Bringing up the rear was his trusty steed, Bob the pack-mule. A dirty mane weathered by long travel, a gaunt face, and patched-up saddlebags. Despite the spry and cocky way the mule moved, it seemed as if it had seen many dirty roads in its life, perhaps even more than Eric ever saw. The trader smiled at the creature. Through thick and thin the mule had carried his wares, his life, without much trouble. It ran fast enough to outrun a common bandit, it liked to headbutt wolves, and it didn't care one bit if it stuck out like a sore thumb in places like Regius.
Ah, Regius, Eric thought as his expression kept. Despite an evil bastard making his base of operations there, Regius was a fantastic place to buy or sell equipment. Eric loaded himself up with good weaponry, food, supplies, and a few odd potions here and there. Nothing too impressive, but it wasn't looked down on. Big things like warhammers and greatswords were a no-no. Bob could not handle the uneven weight and Eric didn't want to cut himself a fourth time. However, small weaponry seemed to fit just right for villagers and people who weren't fighters, which seemed to be the people up at Kalkun.
"Come on you beast of burden," Eric said to Bob. He scratched his brow under the heat of the sun and kicked a few rocks away. "We get some hospitality and I will personally hand-feed you some carrots. How does that sound? If we're lucky, there's a watering hole nearby. Maybe some whiskey... hehehe- Whoa!"
His foot caught on something prominent out on the road, nearly sending him into the dirt. Eric collected himself and looked down at the speedbump. At first, he figured it was a log of sorts, but on closer inspection, he saw it to be the body of some poor sap. Looked pretty banged up to him. Curious, Eric squatted down and poked the body. Felt a little warm... Perhaps he was still alive? Eric hoped so, yet at the same time, he figured the sap had some good gear on him. First things first, the wandering merchant checked for a pulse.Last edited by Major Mario; 07/23/2013, 03:20 AM.