Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-24141785-20150825120214

"What part of this is reserved do you not understand?"

Gabriel turned his head away, slightly snarling. There was a silver longsword, simply laying on the counter. The vendor persisted in separating the sword and Gabriel from each other; his attempts of convincing him to buy his other weaponry failing.

"You don't understand..." The Breton smirked, "I'm running an important errand, something that affects everyone here... So I'll ask again..."

"Tough shit." The Nord snapped, "These are my swords, yeah?"

Gabriel simply chuckled, "I can pay a lot more than this noble can..."

Got to hook him on, try convince him... He folded his arms, obviously disinterested in the vendor's time consuming thought process. The Nord looked at him with a sharp gaze before softening.

"How much more?"

"Enough to buy your slut of a wife." He retorted, "Listen kid... I am going to buy that sword, you're not going to tell on me and you can shove another deep into the Noble's throat, got it?"

The man was about to question his threat when he suddenly felt a dagger pressed against his chest. The vendor slowly nodded, taking the bag of gold from Gabriel.

"Now, you will head home; close this fucking booth." He continued, seeing how he could pressure the man, "And tomorrow you start new."

He sheathed the dagger, smiling cruely at the vendor. The Breton walked away, heading towards the Smith.