Juan
*The sun was at its equinox over the city of Ulnoor, it's commercial streets busy and it's people cheerfully going about their day. Light peeked in through the murky glass windows of the Charleen Forgery, a well organised shop within one of the more moderately populated streets. It's name had come from the tale of one Charleen Ebexi, a beastkin warrior who had once wielded a sword made with the clan inscription of Horr - a tale very, very old, for it outdated the mother of the establishment's owner. M'ralind Varangr sat behind the counter, one built considerably lower than most others due to its user's short stature, items packed in each of its drawers. In one hand was a book, her eyes trained upon it as the other hand held an ink pen, writing down on a piece of parchment. She was preparing for her next order of stock for metal, straight from her beautiful nation of Prasia.* "Mnaah, no matter 'ow many years I spend doing this, I don't think I'll ever want to drop dead less." *Her face had a smile upon it despite her dreary comment as she closed up the book with a snap, placing it in a drawer and folding up the parchment into a letter.* "'S about t' be lunch time, I should get t' closin' up shop soon."
Paul
*Terrel would gradually make his way down the streets of Ulnoor, a sense of relief after the long detour in trying to take a short cut here. In one hand was a lead left tied around it to secure the horse attached at the other end of it.*"See? This is why you follow me. I actually know where I'm going."*He'd say to the horse only to receive a snort in response. Terrel would make his way through the crowds of people, occasionally getting glanced at every now and then as should be expected for a person wearing a pig face for a mask. The Elf didn't seem to mind it much, barely paying much attention to it as he seemed set on finding a place to renew his armory after the fight he had to endure earlier. Glancing over, he'd catch sight of one shop that seemed stand out to him, gradually making his way over to it before coming to a stop at the door and peering inside.*"Reckon this place is still open?"*He'd ask his horse, narrowing his eyes as if to squint through dark windows of the shop.*
Juan
*Usually, at this time, people would be going out to get their lunches. Most shopkeepers tended to have their food inside their workplaces so as to avoid missing any business, but M'ra always enjoyed taking the trip to the tavern where she could share some fun tales that she had come across. Just as she had said to herself before, she had began to pack away her notes, shuffling them into their respective drawers and donning a coat over her work uniform. She came to the door, opening it with a ring of the store's bell and closing it behind her. Immediately upon turning to the street, she saw a monstrously tall man gazing into the window of her shop, through which could be seen an array of weapons and a board with some words carved into it, offering service for older weapons. Her eyebrows were raised as she looked at the man, but seeing the horse he had and his general attire, she knew he was likely a customer.* 
"Oi, the lad over there," *She called out, putting one hand to her waist as she bowed her head slightly to him,* "Are yous interested in a look at th' shop? I was 'bout t' close up fer lunch, but I can make ye an exception. Bring yer horse 'round back, we have a few cells t' hold 'em." *Her voice boomed out far louder than one would expect from such a short frame, but it was by no means oppressive. In fact, her cheerful tone and the smile on her face pushed out a light air, one that immediately made the dark windows adopt a rustic feel rather than an old one belonging to a dingy old shop keep.*
Paul
*Scanning the inside of it, Terrel found himself making out some of the weaponry that seemed to fill the shop. This place should do nicely. Suddenly hearing the voice of the woman, Terrel would look away from the shop at first unsure of who it was that was speaking to him until he had eventually glanced down to notice the Dwarf standing before him. From the sounds of it, it seemed like she was the one running the shop around here, well either that or he was getting yelled at randomly from a midget for staring into the shop for too long.*

"You know I can hear you just fine from up here, right?"*He jested. At least she seemed relatively cheerful about it for what it was worth and a bit formal too for that matter. His horse would tug at his lead to get his rider's attention, causing Terrel to gaze at him before looking back to the woman at her suggestion of bringing the horse around back.*"Alright, alright."*He'd say in exaggerated compliance, pulling his horse along.*"Lead the way."*At least he'd be able to get his sword looked at while he could take the chance to check out the rest of the store to see what it had to offer. It was by no means old, but definitely had it's fair share of fights, especially after the trip to the monastery.*