Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170605205549/@comment-3293219-20170619180100

Kerotan stepped forward, lifting his arms as he immediately transformed into a different person. With a smirk, he slowly stepped into the fray as he approached the 'Heratic,' who calmly bit into an apple.

"You're late." The Heratic declared as his eyes rolled up, meeting Kerotan's.

"I hope there's not going to be any bullshitting... There's only so much of it that I can take." As he finished speaking, he threw the apple onto the ground, stepping forward, to the point that he was rather dangerously close to the buyer, staring him down.

"I've got too much to do... Bullshitters will meet a rather... nasty end, if they chose to bullshit me today."

"Nope... No bullshit, just the arrows, that I asked for." Kerotan's eyes remained fixed on the Heratic's, though they eventually broke away, looking to the others.

"Boys?"

Several of Kerotan's men stepped out, from behind cover, dragging a lockbox behind them and dropping it. The Heratic tried to get a look in but Kerotan deliberately blocked his path.

"I wanna see the arrows..."

It was difficult to say if the Heratic was an Imperial or a Breton, perhaps he was some sort of half breed.

"Hmm... I suppose a deal is a deal..." He murmured, turning away as he approached the carriage, snatching hold of the door and yanking it open, letting the dragon arrows fall to the floor. He stepped aside, to let Kerotan investigate them personally.

The Bosmer did so, stepping forward, he picked up one of the arrows and examined it, moments before untying the sack by the arrow's head and letting the powder fall out, into his hand. He proceeded to smell it before taking a breath and nodding.

"Yep, seems legit..."

To this, the Half-Breed merely scoffed, shaking his head as he straightened his back.

"You think I'd swindle you? Me!?"

"The thought crossed my mind, yeah... Can't be too careful, brought some potions once, turned out to be sugar water. Hell, I got a chest once, that was rusted shut. Had to get a locksmith to break it open."

The Heratic stared at him, narrowing his gaze.

"I hope it's not the chest you gave me... I'd call that bullshitting, if it was."

"Heh... Don't worry, I ain't givin' you a broken chest."

I ain't givin' you anything...