It was a quiet day in the shop, known more commonly as “The Front Line” as read the sign. The weapon shop had been run by the Vanguard family for a generation or two and had become popular in Hargeon for making more than just weapons and forging gear for sailors and also doing repairs to houses in the area. However those days were the past. Now it was run by the lone child of the shops founder, who had passed away a good five years ago, leaving her only child who now runs the place alone. It was this boy’s hammer that made the only sound in the shop, clamoring away as it beat against the tempered and folded steel that was used to make most of their weapons as it echoed from the back to fill the customerless store with some sort of sound.
The shop was fairly straight forward with weapons on the wall as far as the eye could see. Some of the boy’s mother’s masterpieces were behind the counter and firmly mounted to the wall, to prevent someone from stealing them so easily and were the most expensive of the blades available, many with magical properties to them. The rest was all the boy’s work. Many nice swords and shields and armors were adorned on the rest of the walls. They weren’t the piece on the back wall but they were certainly worth the price. Cheaper and more common weapons were packed together in barrels strategically placed so they weren’t in the way of the nicer weapons. Some were older and didn’t sell before they aged and the Vanguard was simply trying to make due and loose as little money as possible, or make a profit, if he could. It was quiet, peaceful. Not even mice came to browse the wares the boy had made. The boy was a member of the towns guild, Lamia Scale, and got business from them normally and even relocated the store near them. He’d like to get an employee soon so he could go out more to look for materials and do jobs for the guild but until then he had to keep the store running. It was the life work of his late mother, he couldn’t just leave it. However the boy would have a guildmate visit this day as he heard the bell that sounded when the door was open. A guildmate who would not only break the silence but make him wish it were back. Some crazy bitch.
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The shop was fairly straight forward with weapons on the wall as far as the eye could see. Some of the boy’s mother’s masterpieces were behind the counter and firmly mounted to the wall, to prevent someone from stealing them so easily and were the most expensive of the blades available, many with magical properties to them. The rest was all the boy’s work. Many nice swords and shields and armors were adorned on the rest of the walls. They weren’t the piece on the back wall but they were certainly worth the price. Cheaper and more common weapons were packed together in barrels strategically placed so they weren’t in the way of the nicer weapons. Some were older and didn’t sell before they aged and the Vanguard was simply trying to make due and loose as little money as possible, or make a profit, if he could. It was quiet, peaceful. Not even mice came to browse the wares the boy had made. The boy was a member of the towns guild, Lamia Scale, and got business from them normally and even relocated the store near them. He’d like to get an employee soon so he could go out more to look for materials and do jobs for the guild but until then he had to keep the store running. It was the life work of his late mother, he couldn’t just leave it. However the boy would have a guildmate visit this day as he heard the bell that sounded when the door was open. A guildmate who would not only break the silence but make him wish it were back. Some crazy bitch.
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word count: 422