Eossis Sabine was just looking at a shelf with rounds on it and wondering if they could be converted to work with her glaive when sounds of eating came from the counter. Hazel eyes turned to look the man over – shirtless – bandages.. little scuffed up and dirty. A curious brow arched as her eyes practically devoured his form while she contemplated his roll here. He seemed to notice her and sat up straighter beginning to address her when suddenly another man brushed past her his shoulder making contact to her and causing her to take a step forward bumping into the shelf a little.<br/><br/>Hazel eyes turned venomous as they gazed after the man who'd rudely brushed her by. Her right hand's palm itched for the bone carved knife at the small of her back but she tried remembered to be civilized . Besides that he had a look of the guardsmen she'd passed upon entering the outpost so it would more than likely be a bad idea to gut him like a scrag in the wastelands. Her posture eased up and muscles relaxed for the moment as she turned her attention back to the shelves. It was obvious that she was still keeping tabs on their conversation though as her hues would flick back to them every so often.<br/><br/>Apparently the shopkeeper wanted to be civilized, the grunt did not – even tossing slurs about her heritage in the mix and insulting her baby – Doevis – her hand itched again and she moved closer to the pair of them thinking of springing on the man. Trade herself?! Oh this man was practically begging to be cut – or to have his manhood taken from him. A devious smirk rolled across her lips though hidden behind her collar as she glanced at them again to notice Jerrick winking at her. Then again trading herself to a man such as him might be worth the trade … for both of them. She pushed the thought aside, Gregon would be displeased.<br/><br/>She was just returning her attention back to the shelves when the crack of gun to skull sounded and she glanced back at the pair of them her body – very much like a wild cats was ready to either fight or flight depending on the matter at hand. But apparently the shop keeper had downed the man in a single smack to the head. She smirked again her hazel eyes dancing as the grunt explained his understanding to be crystal clear. Good she thought<br/><br/>The man stood to leave and this time when he brushed against her shoulder she shoved back properly stumbling his step her eyes venomous once again as he left the store. Her attention was drawn back as Jerrick spoke to here once more. Explaining the situation. Hell he even apologized to her for it. This wasn't necessarily surprising to her – but it was a different pace for her at least. She was used to people treating her Kin the way Evan had – and sure this was a trader's post – they took clients where they could. But she was more accustomed to being treated with suspicion and disdain rather than courtesy. Jerrick took it a step further by offering her water. A precious comodity around these parts. She stepped closer to the bar.<br/><br/>“Its no trouble” She said pushing the canteen back over to him in polite rejection. “As for what you can do for me, I need possibly 50 rounds of these” She said dropping the sniper ammo she'd been eyeing before all the commotion onto the counter. When she'd picked it up would be un clear – she like many of her Kin had quick and sticky hands – though she didn't try to steal as often as other's in her tribes she couldn't help being able to pocket and slip things from view quickly just to keep in practice you know? “What's more though and only if I can convert it for this” She reached back and pulled her glaive over her shoulder and off her body before laying it gently along the counter.<br/><br/>The glaive – which she'd name Hell's Fang was made from bone mostly, wood, and what looked like the skeleton of a CheyTac Intervention sniper rifle. The bladed end of her glaive had some metal to it still but it had been embedded into the bone of what looked like a Savber Talon's tooth – Vysts that were also called Hell Cat, hence her naming of it. Since Jerrick knew weaponry and mechanizations he would realize that the gun portion helped to shoot the bladed end off and was attached to a chain. This was a … unique weapon – one by her own design in fact. She'd taken the relic gun and converted it for her own means to say the least.<br/><br/>“If it can't be conversion ammo then I have to shop elsewhere. I'm willing to trade ivory, fat, and scales from a Skkoma (see below).” Her tribe had taken down a juvenile about a weak ago and dived out the portions to those who'd hunted. Eos has been in head of that hunt and had came out of it with quite a bit of it's parts. In fact her pauldron was made up of many pieces of it's skull after all. She quirked a brow as she undid her collar piece and revealed the rest of her face. She looked Jerrick over again with meaningful eyes then shrugged and turned back to the shelves “Course I can look around for more items if the ammo doesn't work” She said her hazel eyes moving over the shelves again.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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