Armor For Fwayglin

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Crow walked into the armor shop, Fwayglin perched on his shoulder purring softly. Crow looked around the shop's shelves... and wondered if it could suit Fwayglin with some light but strong armor. Has willing to pay a queens Ransom for her safety. Fwayglin was the only member of Crow's family left... if you could even call her that. He was currently tending to a wound on her wing, and did not want any more similar injuries. He walked to the counter, and knocked on it three times softly. "Excuse me?" He said hoping for an answer.

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A pair of nearly dinner plate-sized, black eyes hidden behind thick-lensed glasses peered out from above the counter top. They disappeared momentarily behind the counter as a collection of irate muttering was heard, a small squeak that denoted something sliding across the hard-wood floor, and then the eyes and glasses returned, this time accompanied by a short, scrawny, elderly woman with a rat's nest of coarse gray hair. She blinked twice and readjusted her glasses before sending a friendly grin in Crow and Fwayglin's direction.

"How can I help you, dearie?"

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Fwayglin hoped off Crow's shoulder, and onto the counter. He looked up the the store owner and gave a innocent smile. "Hi, I'm Crow. My hawk Fwayglin has been injured... And when her wound heals, she will Most likely join me in battle once more. I wanted to insure some extra protection by buying her some armor... Perhaps scale plated armor for her wings, and some sort of crown to guard her head. Any ideas?" Crow asked, stroking the back of Fwayglin's neck. He searched around the store, he was hoping they would be able to suit Fwayglin with some custom armor, for all he saw was outlines on humans made from steal to bronze to mithril.

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The old woman bit her lip thoughtfully as she fell silent for a moment. After a few seconds she looked back at her customer, gave him a wink, and said, "I think I have just what you need, dear. Give me a moment, if you will."

She vanished behind a curtain that blocked the entrance to the back room, and after a few minutes, the curtain was pushed aside once more to reveal the same woman holding a medium-sized wooden box underneath her right arm. She set it on the counter with a thud and returned to her own wooden box, her face now visible above the countertop.

"Birds of battle," she began, her voice mingling with a pant," are a common companion for young warriors these days. Lucky for you, we're quite accomodated for such creatures."

She opened the lid to the wooden box and took out its contents.

"This is part of the pelt of a Swedish Whip-Tail. A fine dragon, it is. Slender and swift is its body so that it may glide easily in the wind with little resistence. Its scales are both light and hardy: a perfect choice for your feathered companion if I may say so myself."

It was a small, almost vest-like garment that looked as if it would fit the girth of a bird of prey, precisely Fwayglin's size. It was black in color, the scales solid, lustrous, and nearly translucent.

"Armor on a bird's wings impedes their flying ability, so I have included in here an efficient substitution." She reached once more into the depths of the wooden box and retrieved a small, silver flask. She held it up between her thumb and index finger to show her customer.

"This," she stated in a matter-of-fact manner," is the saliva of a Red-Winged Gryphon. They have been known to coat their own feathers with this to deflect any attacks to their vulnerable wings during battle."

She uncapped the flask and held it out to him to show him the liquid inside. It was clear and thick, like syrup.

"If you coat this on her wings, it will deflect arrows and blunt the direct attack of a sword. It won't nullify the force of the attack, but the atleast the blade won't break her skin. And since you have such a charming bird, I'll add this in here for free." She gave him a warm smile while setting down the flask and reached one last time into the box.

"This is one of our newest shipments. Originating directly from the mines of the dwarves, it is a battle helm designed specifically for a bird of battle."

It was a small cap made of the skin of specially-enhanced leather that strapped comfortably beneath the chin of a bird without hindering its vision or ability to open and close its beak. Atop the cap was implanted several miniscule objects that resembled some sort of claw. Further investigation would reveal that they were, in fact, the claws of the Black Dwarfin Short-Snout: a small, lizard-like creature with claws adapted specifically for tearing through tough rock and other hard objects that dwells deep within caves and mountains.

She explained all of this to him in a matter of seconds, pointing to different parts as she named them.

Finally, she placed all of the items back in the wooden box, placing the lid firmly back on top of it afterwards. After adjusting her glasses, she gave him a critical look.

"This will cost you a pretty penny, though. The body armor itself is 1,300 SP. The helm, however, is one of our newest shipments and was hand-crafted by the finest of dwarfin blacksmiths. It adds up to about 3,000 SP in total. But I did agree to give you the flask of saliva free with purchase, so I shall keep my word on that. Do you still wish to make your purchase, dear?"

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Crow smiled, although there was doubt in his eyes, the he said with confidence... "I'd give my right arm for Fwayglin, I'm sure I can cover it."

Crow pulled a pouch out of his pocket, and sat it on the table in front of him. He gathered the Armor, and slowly started to place it on Fwayglin. It was a perfect fit. Fwayglin purred as he finished out-fitting her. She opened her brilliant wings, and jumped off the counter, recklessly flying around the room. Crow held his arm up, and she flew back and landed on it, looking more gallant then ever.

"I cannot thank you enough!" Crow said the to woman before gathering his stuff to leave the store. He spoke to Fwayglin as he left.

"Yeah Yeah, I hope your happy, you just made me spend a quarter of my money. How generous am I? I think I deserve to treat myself to a new weapon of my own!" He said as he left. Crow had enough armor for now, but he could always use another off hand sword.

(( HA! sorry, Brandon posted in the shops after I did, never noticed you replied so soon. SORRY! ))

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((Not a problem! =D))

The old woman smiled brightly at her satisfied customers, glad to have made them both happy.

"Any time, dear, it was great doin' business with you." She took off her glasses and proceded to wipe them subconsciously upon her dirt-stained apron.

"I'll have the SP deducted from your account, hon. Goodbye and good luck to you with your new purchases."