Solo Shopping Around

[Amon Torque]

Fall 1st Amon walked into the bustling open air marketplace, holding onto his pouch of mizas tightly. He looked into the alleys, thieves lurked in every one, casually leaning against walls, but Amon could tell the thieves from the commoners, or as common as they get in Sunberth, a place where murderers walked among the people, without guilt and without remorse. But the thieves had greedy looks on their faces, and usually eyed you like a hawk watching a mouse scurry by. Amon kicked up his pace, hoping to get deeper into the market, where it was less likely to see the scum that wandered the alleys. His feet thumped against the ground, he began to look across the messily hand made signs for what he was looking for. He spotted it, a booth that would have looked abandoned if he was anywhere else, but in Sunberth, it was the usual. He approached the stall, wearing a straight, hardy look on his face. Here, it wasn't about how many mizas you had, it was about how much force you put into voice and how hard you could slam down your mizas. He arrived at the stall, his eyes glancing up at the sign, it read 'The Golden Pot General Store,' very people could afford a real store, so a stall was common. The shopkeeper looked at Amon warily, seeing as he was big. "Don't cause any trouble now, I have had enough thieves for today." "No trouble sir, just a man looking for a good deal." Amon said, making his voice sound firm, but unthreatening. The man behind the counter perked up, "Well you will find the best deals in town right here at The Golden Pot!" Amon eyed the wooden counter, looking from item to item. His eyes stopped on a set of five iron jars, with lids to go with them. In his head he thought perfect and his eyes flicked up to the man, who was watching him intensely, hoping for a sale. Amon looked into the shopkeepers eyes, keeping his face straight, "How much?" He asked, hoping for a good deal. "Forty five copper mizas," He said nervously, looking away from Amons eyes. Amon internally grinned, he was causing the man unease, therefor his tactics were working. Amon took advantage of the mans quick lapse in salesmanship, "You said best deals in town," he said loudly, his face was firm with an expression of disbelief, "not prices to run me out of town!" The shopkeeper looked around nervously, "Ok forty mizas, and keep it down!" The shopkeeper said quietly, not wanting people haggling with him constantly. He grabbed the jars and held them out to Amon, who reached into his money pouch and took out four silver mizas. Amon put the mizas on the counter, glancing over the products again. He motioned toward the gallon sized iron cooking pot and put six silver mizas on the table, the shopkeeper nodded and set the jars in the pot. Amon smiled and nodded in respect, "it was a pleasure." He proceeded to take his heavy iron load, and bring it to his apartment.

[Amon Torque]

Fall 3rd Sunflower, almond, walnut, sesame, grapeseed, lindseed, safflower, olive, and hazelnut. All of which were options for Amon to choose from. He looked at his jars, he had to choose at most five of the oils, thats all he had room for. Amon held his charm bracelet tightly, and searched his memories. He had a vague picture of his mother purchasing sunflower, safflower, almond, and lindseed oils. He sighed and looked into the shopkeepers eyes, stating the names of what he needed one by one. "Half a pint of each," he stated, "pour it into the jars." The owner of the stand looked up from pouring the oils out of large wooden barrels, " seventeen silver and seven copper mizas." Amon began to fish through his backpack, grabbing exact change. Amon looked at the other things around the stand, mainly food related items, such as sugars, and spices. He looked at the honey, licking his lips at the memories of sweet, sweet, oh so sweet honey. Amon looked at the shopkeeper and said, "fill one of those with half a pint of honey would you?" He placed five copper mizas on the counter, the stores owner quickly filled up the last jar, and pushed all the open, full, jars over to Amon. Amon swiftly pounded a cork into the iron jars, sealing them. "It was a pleasure sir," Amon said, taking the jars into his arms and heading back to his apartment.

[Amon Torque]

Fall 4th The early morning sky was clear and Amon's agenda was simple, get more storage, purchase some simple ingredients, and head home to begin his first official day of work. And at the Golden Pot General Store, that is just what he got. No haggling was going to keep Amon away from testing his recipe that he was pretty sure would work, so he made it a quick stop. He ended up purchasing another set of five jars, five small baskets, one medium basket, a pint of cinnamon, a pint of ginger, and a half pint of garlic. With his arms full, Amon hurriedly payed for his merchandise and walked home, trying to keep things from falling from his mound of what looked like worthless junk, earning him some strange looks.

[Amon Torque]

Fall 6th
The sound pain and agony signified he was getting closer. Novice men were foolishly picking fights with whoever looked at them funny. And it cost them, every last one, for they were blinded by the fact that they had no idea how to use there new weapons. It was through there ignorance that they chose to fight the larger men, men like Amon. In fact, several of the fools were already eyeing him, hoping for a chance to try out there shiny new swords and daggers.

He kept his head down, walking closer to the busy stall. Amon was tired of being defenseless, especially after his incidents earlier this month. His steak knife wouldn't cut it anymore, which it may need to soon. Which was why he had journeyed into somewhere he thought he would never go to again, the weapons shop.

Amon didn't like violence, but he also had no appetite for dying. There were a few men like him at the stand, heads down, keeping there distance from the fools around them. They were the smart ones, the ones that had grown up in Sunberth. The ones that inew how to survive. Amon turned his attention towards the impressive display of weapons, especially fascinated by how many small weapons there were on the racks. He looked over it, seeing everything from ribbon daggers to bladed boots, hanging by there laces. The ribbon daggers fascinated him, imagining the two blades swing gracefully through the air urged him to buy them, but he knew they weren't what he needed at the moment.

Looking to the more basic side of the small weaponry, Amon spotted a curved blade that caught his eye. A quiet native man next to him nudged him, seeing him stare, "it's a kukri, in case you were wondering, and by the look in your eyes, I think it belongs to you." The tall man walked away from the stand, taking out two daggers and sparring with the weak surrounding young men, easily disarming there large fancy weapons.

Amon glanced back to the stands owner and boldly announced he would be buying the kukri. As he said it, Amon realized how much he liked how the word sounded on his tongue, and muttered it quietly, grinning as it naturally rolled out of his mouth. He placed the eight gold mizas on the counter and took the sheathed dagger from the shopkeeper. Looking up, he nodded thanks and walked to the man who had told him his weapons name. He thought he may be able to get some free training in with an expert.ff