Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190301003406/@comment-7262318-20190301012424

Meyline seemed taken aback by the sudden change of attitude in the gladiator. That sounded like something a small child would shout. Or, something Cade would shout.

"Well when you wake up it'll be past noon," Meyline said.

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"Eh, fix is a loose term... damn thing wasn't broken, but... I made it better, at least," The smith muttered. He went over to his forge and grabbed the shield, which had been lying next to it. "Fixed the face on it up a bit... metal was all all warped and fucked up. Didn't know what sorta' metal those Ayleid bastards but I used a dwarven-malachite alloy to replace a few chunks... really does the job for old stuff like this. Can hardly tell the difference..."

He put it on the table, showing that it looked much shinier and well crafted than before.

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"You got money?" The woman asked.