Shopping

Rocks and twigs dictate your first stop and for only three shiny silver you have a pair of oh so soft knee high leather boots with protective plates for the shins and knees. Feeling much better you decide to get a nice outfit as the dude that sold you the boots didn't seem to care at all that you were bald. Five silver later and you are wearing a simple linen panties, very much like a g string really as it slides right up the crack of your perky ass, tight, thin and supple leather pants that stop at the knees with laces to keep it tight, and a light linen shirt with laces at the neck. Once you are dressed and looking in the mirror it dawns on you that he clearly thinks you are a feminine boy, as you see an entire section of dresses he didn't even show you. The other thing you notice is either the people at the last place were huge or the people in this town are small, because you are just about as tall as both shop owners. Spotting a tape measure you ask, “Hey how tall am I?”

He doesn't measure he just looks you up and down and says, “65 inches. Don't worry I'm sure you will grow big and strong.”

Patronizing asshole. “I should tell him I'm a girl.” You mutter under your breath as you head for the door.

“Did you need anything else?” He asks, and you decide to drop another silver on a slightly floppy very dark brown leather musketeer style hat. “Excellent choice, I'm sure she will love it.”

“What?”

“Your date. You are trying to impress someone right?” He says with a smile.

Considering how you walked in, it is a reasonable assumption. Why else would someone dressed as a beggar drop ten silver on clothes. “I hope so.” You say opting to play along.

Finally you head to the blacksmith to get a real melee weapon. To your surprise you see he has a few firearms as well, mostly black powder rifles. The large smith sees you eyeing them and says, “Cheapest one is 100 gold.”

Out of curiosity you walk over and set a pistol on the counter, “So what is this worth?”

“Stolen.” He looks you over, “Wait, are you bald?” He reaches for your hat, then sees what he needs and stops, “So more likely you killed the old owner. How long have you been free, a week, less?”

“Close to that.” You admit.

“What guns did you make off with?”

“Two pistols and a rifle that fires the same ammo.”

He nods, “Well you clearly don't have to take my advice, but I have a wizard friend that can make it so they can't track those guns. Let me have all three, I'll trade you for a 1911 and a bolt action rifle I picked up in hell a month ago. Can you create ammo?”

“I have these?” You show him the molds and extra cleaning stuff.

“Huh, no magic? I thought your kind all could cast spells.”

“Wait, what? I'm human, aren't I?”

“Mostly, yes, but you have serpent folk blood in you. That is how they keep all of you slaves, they have total mental control of their offspring and other snakes. Every so often one of you breaks free. I've seen it before, but not often. Most folk don't even enter the wet forest. They say now your mind is free you can learn magic and have some innate powers. I'm guessing you made it through the forest pretty easy.”

“Ya, to be honest. I even snuck up on a wolf and a deer.”

“That was magic.” He says, “Well, tell you what I will throw in a bullet creation scroll, in trade for your extra stuff. You should be able to study the scroll and learn the spell if I'm right. About 200 miles west of here is a much larger city, Elden Vale, you might be able to find someone to train you in magic there.”

“Thanks.” You think over his offer. His guns, you can't help but think, are clearly better, but then you are trading three for two and now that you think about it yours might all be magic.