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			Gheed stood up from his chair as the bony hand wrapped around the curtain that led into his shop. He was slightly frightened and took a step back. He had hopped to never see a necromancer or its undead army again. "Trade quickly and be about your business!" The portly man fixed his wool vest and placed his hat on his head. Nervously he shuffled around his store room and fiddled with his wares.<br/>
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 Sir Peter moved around looking at the Rouges who were now soaking wet from the storm when he moved on the blacksmiths tent and he licked his lips. Of course the women would have a female black smith, Peter wasn't complaining. Peter walked up to the woman and placed a sack of coins and his hammer on her massive anvil. "I could use a better one..." He said with a smile on his face. "It seems Ive dropped it one to many times."
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</blockquote><br/>the skeleton pointed to a rolled up parchment in its eye socket for him to take. in a scribbled font, the note read. "battle tested swag, non enchanted, for sale please give fair price or the skeleton wont leave."<br/><br/>the skeleton stared at him blankly for a few minutes then turn and uncovered the cart for of salvaged battle armor and weapons and then pulled out another note tucked in one of its ribs. this one red, will bather 20% of profits in magical rejuvenation potions if possible..."<br/><br/>***<br/>Charsi, the smith of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye panted as worked tirelessly on a piece of iron. her tone muscles straining with each swing of her hammered, her large sweaty breasts jiggling each blow under her soot coated apron. true she didn't wear anything under her apron, mainly because it was already too working all day by a forge. she sighed as she wiped the sweat and soot from her brow, thankful for the chill of the rain.  Work was more busy now, what with all of the travelers and refugees passing though, and more men that any of the rogue were normally used to... poor Charsi blushed as she looked to her anvil. she was never that good at fighting, only good at metallurgy. it was a role in which the rogues appreciated her efforts, however, whenever men did come by, they would only catch sight of her lovely sisters first, hardly ever noticing the girl who was at the hearth all day. she sighed and once again struck the iron.<br/><br/>she was focusing on  particular rivet when some one dropped and purse on near her hand a hammer. she blushed and looked up the arm and flinched to see a man standing close to her, she didn't even hear him come in, and judging by his armor he had to be of noble cast.<br/><br/>"umn... yeah surge..." looking are him and cautiously setting her hammer aside and feeling around  the hammer before tearing her gaze away and looking it over. "well, I mean i could improve it if you think that is okay, I mean, there is still a salvageable body on this thing..."  she looking it over and blushing, trying not to let him notice. "just mix more carbon into the alloy and maybe some silver to stem corrosion..." she turned to him, but still ended up blushing. "is that okay?"