85 Summer 515
As Clyde entered the headquarters of the monks of Xannos, he couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship of the building. It did make sense, bearing in mind the domain of their master.
Of course, it was also odd to consider that if the city was ever attacked or looted, one of their firsts stops would be to melt half of this building down into usable rare metals and other materials. Odd, to say the least.
Considering the main function of the monks of Xannos, as craftsmen, they seemed the mostly likely group to desire what he had to sell. In this case a high level work of Magecrafting, a enhanced mace, a weapon that fit in one hand but hit like a battering ram. With that in mind it was carefully wrapped up in his pack, inside of his winter blanket.
He didn't want to openly carry it in hand, and risk swinging it too hard by accident or by a careless gesture. He hadn't seen it used much but... He imagined it could create some considerable havoc and damage.
He could have come earlier, since selling the item was the main reason he'd gone to Nyka... But he'd felt it made sense to ingratiate himself better to the city first.
He'd gotten a job, using his skills as a Reimancer, and had done considerable service to the city. He'd taken on a blaze in one of the quarters, and stopped an entire market from going up in smoke. And he'd taken on an entire storm, which had been about to release its fury upon the docks and the city.
Along with that, he had a gift in his pack, something he felt that the Monks of Xannos would admire, and might ease trade. A pair of djed shackles, manacles engraved with high level glyphing that turned off a personal mages ability to use magic. The work of a master, and not something easily come by.
Looking about, Clyde would try and find the proper person to talk to, and to explain what he was trying to do and sell.
