"Ouru´Fire Smith...That should be the place."
Leaving the middle district and entering the area where apparently the big shot among the rchant was.
The shop that I was looking at just didn't seem to belong here.
The stone walls had various cracks into where so moss could seem to grow. The wooden door, although massive there clear signs of negligence.
Staring blankly at the top of the door was the na 'Ouru'Fire Smith' written there.
"Is that truly a smith? Did that guy lied to ...?"
Since standing there and doing nothing bought nowhere, I decided to enter that run-down shop.
*Ding ding~
"..."
Surprisingly, the inside of the shop was nowhere near the outside of the shop.
Looking at my right I saw many kinds of different swords with various lengths and curves which made wonder how people could wild such things. Since I already had a weapon in my hand I quickly lost interest in them.
But what caught my attention were the armors on the left side.
They were about 4 whole armor sets to see and although all of them were different, they all had so kind of feather engraved or placed in the armor to which I guessed was the cause of the culture of this place.
"They have armors here, but..." Weren´t they way too fancy-looking?
One of the sets of armor had a bunch of feathers placed near the neck area which looked sohow silly in my opinion.
Although it probably wouldn´t be a problem for I surely can see those things being a pain in the a#s for others.
"Now that I am taking a better look at them...why are all of those armors weird?" Just looking at them made my previous excitent turn gloomy as if soone pulled a bad joke on .
Touching the armors from the outside and the inside made realize that the tal was thinner than the actual armor that I currently am wearing before it got so damaged by soone.
"Why is this so ba-" Before I was going to express my opinion out loudly a voice ca from behind .
"Ah!A Custor! Welco to my smith, by any chance you interested in that fire born armor set that you are touching?"
Turning around at the rough voice behind I saw a man at least half my height which surprisingly with a large beard that covered half of this face.
"You are...not a human?" Noticing that the unconvertible heat in my body is lessening is what lead to this very question.
"..." Stunned by this custor's question this race he frowns at him, but after realizing that the guy in front of him was serious he couldn´t help but laugh out loud.
"Bahahaha! a human!? Good one!" The mans laughter echoed through the whole shop.
While slapping the back of my with enough force for my bones to vibrate slightly.
Though this action looked especially codic cause of our height difference.
"If you aren´t one then what are you..."
"Hahah- wait, you realy don´t know?"
"..."
"..."
The echoes of the halter had stopped and an awkward silence fell upon the room.
"Sigh, from where did a country pumpkin as you co here..." The short man replied while going back to the reception ship desk.
"Wait, did you just call -"
"Dwarf"
"Huh?"
"I am a dwarf you country pumpkin!" The dwarf replied while mumbling to himself.
"Did the dwarf beco so unpopular..."
*Sigh
"Well, It's my first ti eting a dwarf so I naturally wouldn't know."
'I have awakened only more than one month ago from the waters of nothingness! Of course, I wouldn't know the heck of a dwarf you are!'
Sure you are short, but wouldn't short humans exist at your height!?
What would I have to call does?
"So, why are you here"
Looking at this previews rchant act going away while turning straight forward I pointed at the armors.
"I would like armor..."
"Hoh, do you now? Just pick one of them and-"
"Can I ask if you got so better sets of armor than...those?"
Hearing that the dwarf frowned.
"Why you ask?" the dwarf replied with a serious tone.
"I ain't want to be rude, but those things wouldn't survive a blow at all." Although I consider myself a gentleman. You got to point that this crap over here is truly crap.
The tal in the armor is so tin and with so many unnecessary parts on it which makes it useless.
"Well, if you aren't a rude piece of crap..."
"I just..."
"But it's the truth" The dwarf replied.
Confused and stunned I asked the dwarf.
"If you know that those things are useless, then why are you selling those? Can it be that you can't..."
"Do things that you see are traps?" Replied the dwarf with a dark face.
"Huh"
'Traps? Are does things cursed of sothing!?'
Looking at the still confused custor of this he sighed out loud.
"Sigh...Follow , I will show you my true inventory."
Still confused by the dwarf words, I followed him right behind him.
"Hey, pumping boy" Opening a door behind the counter were stairs that went to what seed like the basent.
"I ain't a pumpkin, you dwarf."
"Hmpf, whatever. As for your previews rude question. Let ask you a question instead. Do you know what a scarecrow is?"
"Scarecrow..?"
'What the heck should a scarecrow be? Sothing that you can eat? '
I Shook my head while my confusion was growing ever bigger.
"Not even that...? You truly are a...never mind. A scarecrow is a tool to scare of the annoying crows that eat your stuff."
Nodding that I understand I asked him what truly was. on my mind.
"What are you talking about?"
Man, you got to speak cleared that that.
If I started to answer questions with questions we will be sitting here all day!
"Heh, what you saw before was just like that. A scarecrow."
Opening the door at the end of the stairs many different kinds of armor sets and weapons ca to my sight.
"And here is the good stuff."
Looking at so slightly glowing weapons and armors I was stunned.
"If the top of the shop is the scarecrow, then what is the crow?"
'So that's what he ant with the trap. He kept the fake at the display while keeping the real deal done here.
"Well, who else would it be other that does nobles and adventures"
"Hmm, why would you need to hide your wares from those? Aren't this two suppose to be your best custors?"
The dwarf turned around and stared directly into my eyes which made unconsciously stare at him back.
"It's not about money but more of pride. Most nobles are politicians who can only scratch their back while others do their dirty work. A sword made to kill going in the hands of such a man would be an insult towards us dwarf! As for the adventure...most of them are drears who think they can slay dragons to where they can't even bear to kill a chicken! Those guys mostly like to cart fancy stuff which will raise their popularity."
Hearing this reasoning sothing in my mind clicked on .
"So the reason you sell good-looking but bad armor is for those guys?"
Glancing at the dwarf that sinister smiled at my question I couldn't help but think on all the people that died cause of their bad armor.
'I guess those guys are also at fault of being stupid enough to be fooled by him.'
Thus, I couldn't care less for those idiots.
"So...bringing here ans that I can buy stuff from down here right?"
"Well, if you got the money for that"
Bringing my small bag of coins in my hand I couldn't help but feel sad.
Not only has my XP wallet have been drained, but now my actual wallet (From Oliver) will be drained too...
Sad.
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