48 Vol 1. pt. 48 Patch 9.0: Preparing for the Tournamen (2/2)

And then he sees it.

Near the left end of the docks is a small shop with a sign above it that reads ”Get your monster-sized hooks here!”

Well, that works.

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Fenrir enters the shop.

Immediately, he notices the walls are lined with massive hooks anywhere from being as big as his head to being as big as Serra, there are hooks hanging from the ceiling, and an employee sleeping behind the counter.

Fenrir has to keep his head low to not accidentally get his ears hooked on any of the hanging hooks.

”Hey! I uh, need to buy a hook,” Fenrir says to the sleeping employee.

The short and stout man jumps up from his position and rubs his eyes. ”A customer! About time. What'd'ya need?” he asks.

Fenrir assumes that he's supposed to be a dwarf going by the beard, short yet wide size, and the wannabe Scottish accent.

”I need the biggest treble hook that you have,” Fenrir says.

”Custom made or one from the shelves?” the dwarf asks. ”Most of our work 'ere is custom made upon request with all the shelf items bein' mainly for show, but I assure ya that the items on display are just as good as rest of 'em!”

”One of the already made hooks is fine as long as it's big enough.”

”Well laddy, how big do ya need it to be?”

”She wasn't specific. Just said the biggest one I could find.”

”What're you fishin' for?”

Fenrir assumes that this contraption she is building is for capturing the baby sea serpent at the end of the tournament. ”The serpent at the end of the upcoming fishing tournament.”

”Hah! You tryin' to make it to the end, are ya? I can respect that, that I can! Alright, now the biggest one would be way too big for that and a pain in the arse to move from storage to wherever your ship is, but this one 'ere should be the perfect size,” the dwarf says, coming out from behind the counter and walking to one of the shop's corners. He pulls a treble hook with each of the hooks being as long as one of Fenrir's arms off of the wall. ”This one 'ere should be the perfect size for getting' stuck in its mouth, and the barbs will make sure 'at it stays put!”

The size of the hook makes Fenrir gulp. If something this big is required to hook the serpent, just how big is it? At this point, he doesn't know if he's excited to reach the final round of the tournament to try and win or just because he wants to see how big the serpent is!

But now for the most important question, ”How much does it cost?” Fenrir asks.

”Just four gold'll do it. It's worth about thrice that, but it's been sittin' 'ere for a couple o' months now, so I'd rather just get rid of it if ya know what I mean,” the dwarf says.

Fenrir breathes a sigh of relief.

”That sounds great. I'll give you five for it,” he says. He knows it might not be the economically smart thing to offer more money than what a seller is requesting, but the dwarf seems friendly and trustworthy enough.

Plus it means not giving Bonekraka any change. Is it petty? Yes. Does it make him feel better about getting punched right in the face? Definitely.

Fenrir places five gold coins on the counter and takes the hook from the dwarf's hands. ”Thanks a ton. Make sure to look out for us on The Shoebill during the tournament.”

”I'll be watchin', as will the rest o' the city! There's gonna be tens o' thousands watching the show, so make sure to make it entertainin' for us!” the dwarf says.

With hook in hand, Fenrir heads back to The Shoebill and hopes that everybody else has managed to get their designated items.