Chapter 62 - General Store (1/2)

Managing to find the general store Theoric entered to find an old man watching the place who looked like he's seen better days.

He did, however, brighten up when he witnessed the angel that is Sigyn walk into his shop.

Putting on a stupid grin he asked in a hoarse sounding voice- ”Well, well, well, How can I help this lovely lady?”

Sigyn giggled at seeing Theoric unhappy face at being completely ignored.

Theoric stepping in front of her asked for a map,- ”First I would like a map, and then maybe we can discuss other things.”

The old man frowned at having his view blocked, but took note of the giant man before him, donned in grand gear, and kept the vulgarities he was used to spewing to others to himself.

The old man grabbed one from under the counter and placed it on top for Theoric to look at before slamming his hand on top of it, just as Theoric was about to grab it.

Old man- ”Now, now, not so fast, I was only willing to bring it out because of your grand appearance, but we both know that maps are a rare commodity, you can count your blessings I have one at all... (He leaned back in his seat with the map in his hands) Now tell how much your offering to look at this here map?”

Maps still weren't widespread beyond those of status or military personnel, common folk would hardly see them and would rely on word of mouth or road signs if there were any to find where things are.

Theoric was at a loss, he wasn't sure what he should give since he didn't have any of their currency available.

Theoric- ”Anything in particular that you want?”

The old man grew irritated, thinking Theoric was trying to play him- ”Money is always best, just take out some coin, why are you so stingy.”

Theoric hearing they were on the coin system dug out a silver spoon from the baggage knowing Sigyn probably stuffed in some kitchenware.- ”How many coins will you give me for this?” he asked placing it no the counter.

The old man's eyes widen seeing the spoon, thinking this man was not simple if even his dinnerware was made of silver.

The old man stroked his beard with his left hand as he took a closer look at the spoon with his right as he thought about how much to give.

”This does look well crafted, the right buyer would pay well for it, but with only just one I'll probably just melt it down for the silver so I can only give you three silver for it, now if you had a full set, things would be different.”

Theoric seeing no need to keep the kitchenware decided to bring out the rest and asked again- ”So how much for a full set?”

The old man didn't miss the fact that he just pulled a full set of silver kitchenware out of his luggage, which was strange, to say the least, he knew better to pry though.