42 Finding Treasure in a Dump! Pt. 2 (1/2)

”Is that how you talk to all of your customers?” I couldn't help but ask the dwarf in front of me. He was too arrogant and rude in his questioning! He's clothed in a black apron, and I see two well-used gloves tucked in the pocket of them.

It would seem that he was the one that might have crafted the items in the shop.

Silvyr had come up beside me at this point and was looking at the dwarf with a mixture of intrigue and annoyance. If I remember correctly aren't elves and dwarf-like natural enemies, like cats and dogs.

Well I suppose it'd be that dwarf are more like dogs and elves are more like cats...

”Lil lass if you don't answer my question, I'll give yer here ass a beating for waking me up from my here nap!” He snorts poking a finger into his nose and then flicking his fingers.

I raise an eyebrow and decide just how I want to respond to this rude master.

”How dare you talk to her like that! Do you know who she is?” Silvyr decided to argue back for me. His sharp features are pulled aggressively like he wanted nothing more than to hit the dwarf. It seems like he was trying to do his best and live up to the stereotype of elves hating dwarfs.

His ghostly white eyes are drawn into a venomous glare, he looked poised to cut down the old man. The brown eyes of the man in front of us harden and he turns his nose up at Silvyr.

”Yer an insolent lil brat! Learn some manners when ya speak to yer elders!” He says with a peeved tone.

Ah ha, what a nightmare! This was like trying to pull teeth, rubbing a hand over my face. I wave at Silvyr to step back. He looks at me with surprise but grits his teeth and steps back from the counter.

”I want to know if these are all the weapons in your store or if you have others that aren't on display,” I tell him after a moment.

He turns his scrutinizing gaze towards me, and they don't leave me for a full minute before he closes them and rubs a hand behind his head.

”There should be plenty of good weapons out here for ya to choose from lil lass. Nothing that I don't have out would be suitable for ya,” he says gruffly.

His posture had relaxed a little as if he'd completely wiped the last couple minutes of interaction from his mind. He instead looks completely indifferent about the whole situation at this point.

It looks like he was telling me to be happy with the stuff out front. He was probably thought that this wasn't the place for a child. Well, he was mistaken to say the least.

For now, I'll try flattery. If that didn't work, of course, I had another plan in place to get what I want.

”Yes, there are many fine weapons to choose from out in your store, they're an impressive set of wares that you have,” I tell him seriously. ”But even so, nothing has caught my attention, I've got a high standard when it comes to weapon and equipment,” I say with a small shrug.

His calm demeanor went from nodding in agreement to my words to looking like he'd burst a vein. I could laugh his expression was so comical.

”Oi, little lass you're going too far, these are all top-notch weapons that would serve any adventure with great ease. Yer trying to stir a fight with me aren't ya?” He says slamming his hand down onto the wooden counter.

The counter crackles a little bit from the pressure of the blow but doesn't break.

”She's just being critical,” Silvyr huffs at the man. ”Let's leave we shouldn't give this old man our business, I'll have my father's blacksmith craft you a better weapon,” Silvyr continues grabbing my arm and trying to pull me out of the store.

But I don't budge. His eyes widen in surprise!

”Hollis?” He questions.

Shaking him off my arm, I stare down the old dwarf and decide on another route. Without breaking a sweat, I summon my sword from my brother and swing it forward. It cleaves through the air like a violent torrent of wind.

My blow was directly aimed for the old dwarf head, but I stop the strike just before reaching his nose. A great blast of wind blows his beard back and along with the scruffy hair atop of his head. However, he didn't even flinch, he held steady like a statue.

”Impressive,” I mutter softly.

Most wouldn't be unflinching with a sword falling down towards there head like that.

”Lil lass, yer sword lemme look at it,” he says completely mesmerized by the blade in front of him. Moving the sword away from his head, I flip it and hand him the hilt.