Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-5583506-20150824210221

"Khajiit wants a spear! Understand? Big, long, sharp? You use the pointy end? Yes?" Shakti was getting as she asked the vendor by the market for the weapon of her preference, but the Redguard just smirked when she explained it.

"I am sorry", he said with a snicker. "I am terrible person. I just love to hear the way you Khajiit speak. It's really amusing. Especially when you are annoyed.

Shakti murmured indignantly.

"Alright, you shall have your spear. What size? Material?"

"Uhm... a long one?"

The Redguard seemed to get even more amused for each second. "For someone who looks like she could handle a spear, you certainly don't seem to know a lot about them."

"That's because any spear in the hands of Shakti is a lethal weapon. Preferences doesn't matter. Shakti is the weapon here, not the spear. It is merely a tool which Shakti uses to paint the town red. After all. It is the artist and not the pencil which creates the masterpiece. No?"

"Uhm... well said. I guess?"

He reached for a spear behind the counter with a newly sharpened tip. Shakti examined it and carefully traced her fingers along the tip. If she didn't already have Gabriel interested in her physique, she could have sworn that she fell in love.

"This... this is a work of art", she said.

"Actually that's just a common town militia spear", explained the vendor and rubbed the back of his head. "But I am glad you like it. If you want some of the more quality stuff, I guess I can..."

"No!" growled Shakti. "This one will take it. This is perfect", she snickered. "Now she got two lovers..."

Two spears as well...