Blacksmith Shop

[Thomas Barkshield]

Alright, I'll get the other 3 gold from the stuff you drop. *Begins tempering and quenching it *
BTW: You realize most stars are just iron, right?

[The Skarzs]

Most meteors are; I'm just being a fantasy nut and saying it is mixed with some other metal. If it was just iron, hardening and quenching it would do next to nothing except cause stress in the metal. Let's say it's a natural space alloy.

I do sell decorative pieces as well.

[Leatho Shellhound]

Do you have a leather tunic that can withstand arrows?

[The Skarzs]

Yeah. . . it's inlaid with wood fibers as well as iron threading. It'd be 1 gold and 5 silver.

[Rainshadow]

  Hey, Skarzsy?  Could you repair my dwarven sphere construct?  He fell into the vat of mustard and short-circuited or something.  *Sniff*  Poor Benny.  He's my most loyal worker.

[Leatho Shellhound]

Yeah. . . it's inlaid with wood fibers as well as iron threading. It'd be 1 gold and 5 silver.

Would two gold do?

[The Skarzs]

That will do nicely. Here you go; oh, and a complementary oil for the leather.

Wait, what? How on Tamriel did Ben- erm, your sphere, fall into a vat of mustard of all things? I can fix him, but I suggest you get insurance for the next time this happens.

[Rainshadow]

  Um, see... Benny works at my shop, and he was repairing the super secret mustard trap, but he fell in.  And, y'know, he has spheres for feet, so it's a bit hard to swim, especially in mustard.

[The Skarzs]

Definitely a liability; get some insurance.
He'll be fixed in a bit.

Oh, Mask, the claws are ready and cost 3 silver.

[BlueRose]

*dashes through on the way to the funwares shop, hair aflame* I NEEEEEEEED MUSTAAAAAAAARD!!!!!!!!

[The Skarzs]

I don't have any mustaaaaaaaard!

[Rainshadow]

  *Throws mustard container at Blue*  WIIIIIIIILL THAAAAAAAAT DOOOOOOO?!?!?!?!

[BlueRose]

*grabs mustard and dumps it on head. the smell of burnt mustard and burnt hair permeats the area.* Thanks!

[Thomas Barkshield]

Thaaaat waaas theeeee mustaaaard fooooor myyyyyy saaaaaaaaandwich!

[The Skarzs]

*Takes a bit of mustard (still smoking) and wipes it on a piece of bread with finger*
There you go, apprentice.