South

Trying to remember what you saw last time you were here, you remember seeing a city to the south, and tromping through the snow and trees, you head that direction, hoping not to meet anything truly nasty like those weird blue little monsters. With the heavy load of all of your things, it is slow and tiring travel, but you keep trudging on none the less. The entire day passes, with many sounds that keep you jumping, but as the sun falls behind the trees, the whole world seems to freeze. The temperature drops so low that you struggle to stay warm. Picking through you seem to know just what you are looking for even though you can't think. A little box is in your hands, and it is almost like you go on autopilot as you pull forth a chunk of what seems to be a rock and pull one of the strong daggers. Clack clack clack, in moments sparks fly into a little pile of straw from the box, it begins to smoke then a bit of red. Blowing softly you coax it to life when before you know it, a fire burns in front of you. “I am awesome.” You laugh a half hour later as you sit by the warm fire. Laying out a few firs that was once your clothes, you are able to fall asleep, warm next to the fire.

The sun comes up and a big yawn is all you have for the day. Packing everything up you look through your things and find all you have is water, no food. “Damn, I am hungry.” Looking around you spot something move, a little bird lands on a branch and some part of you decides it is dinner and in a flash you throw the dagger. Impossibly it thuds into the bird knocking it from the branch and into the snow. You set upon it in a flash, using the last embers of the fire, you are able to get one going till you have a little cooking flame and roast the bird. Chomping it down you decide it tastes remarkably like chicken, which gives you a nice chuckle. The first real laugh, and the first time you can't help but feel a little pleased with yourself. Licking off your fingers, “Maybe I am a ranger or something.” the noises of the forest are the only reply, and you pack up and head out. Half way through the day a second expertly thrown dagger lands you a small critter for supper. As the day once again fades to darkness, you quickly get a fire going, bundle up, and go to sleep once again. The third morning in the woods you seriously consider lightening your load, but as you have no money at all, you figure you will need all you can to afford some new equipment. The third day thankfully brings you to the city just before the sun vanishes once again. The small city is walled, and defended by guards on all of the walls and in two towers beside the heavy looking gate, but none of them even give you so much as a glance as you walk into the town. You find an inn straight away, but with no money, you opt to find somewhere to sell some things first. There seems to be only two other stores in town that look promising, a smithy and a general store.

Hitting the smithy first you are greeted by an older man with burnt bronze skin that looks like leather with quite a bit of very short hair on his face that looks a bit like a brush. “What can I do for ya, miss?”

Looking around, you see several things that look promising, as well as many partial suits that tell you he is obviously skilled with leather and metal alike. “Where to start. I need a bit of everything, and I have these things to pay for it.” Spotting a wide table, you lay out your armor, sword, and bow and arrows.

He walks over to a workbench and pulls out something you didn't expect, a short black wand. Waving it at the pile you see the bow, armor and sword all begin to glow. The sword being the brightest of the three. “All three magic eeh.” He states simply, scratching his chin. “Ya got some value there I admit. I am not gonna be able to give ya what it is all worth I am afraid, I don't have that much gold.”

“Well I am looking to trade to start. I want a new sword, bow and armor I suppose, all much lighter, and easier to wield. I ran afoul with a witch and am much smaller as a result.”

“Witches.” He says spitting on the floor. “I understand. Well why don't you look around and I can tell ya what stuff is, once you pick out a few things we can see where we stand.”

“Sounds good. Let's see what you have.” You spend the next half hour picking up all sorts of weapons and trying on pieces of armor, mostly heavy metal helmets, shields, and swords before you finally find something that you really like.