RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
04-08-2015, 04:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2015, 01:19 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
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"Yes, yes, rabbit-stew and all...", Watson added with none too much fervor, clearly already too enamored with something else: his new ring. Which will surely provide him protection against that most dreaded element of nature he had been combating.
With regards to that weapon sitting attractively in its own little crenelation in the middle of the room, Watson already has a many magical swords and has since become disinterested in the standard magical fare and minutiae inherent in getting one. He will not partake in such a pathetic squabble until such a time as he has lost one of them or would like a trade. (Or has formed an idea of how to clasp one in his mouth in a suitably battle-agressive, although uncouth manner. Besides that, only a raving beast would find such a form of combat agreeable and so tosses away the idea of oral combat, hoping it will never invite itself into the crannies of his mind ever again!)
Speaking of, he retrieves his own from Mayor whom he was notified SO UNGRATEFULLY DID NOT put Enzu to death. In his face. In his vapid, headpiece-heisting, antler-admiring face. A remarked scowl in Watson's own face is visible as he sucked in his teeth, breathing in, and asked for the return of his Starmetal in a more dignified manner than one would expect.
Other than that, Watson does not even give the entrench'd sword the benefit of a single askance glance, instead offering a pendant and one or more other items up for trade. While drinking magical water from a cup. At a time like this.