"... Useful is not what I would describe that situation as. Perhaps 'Confusing' or 'unexpected', but useful?"
He clapped his hands together
"Since we seem to be done with this conversation, I suggest we go further into town. It's obvious that whatever strangeness and goings-on are all about this place, so we mustn't restrict ourselves to the outskirts!" He placed his hand on his stomach, and lowered his head sheepishly, "Food would also be a most welcome friend at this juncture as well!"
The group began to move without him
"HOLD FRIENDS! Did we not discuss the merit of "United we Stand'?"
He ran after them to a blacksmith shop
My home away from home!
Ravin, now under Kol's persuasion began walking around the shop, picking up the various wares.
"This sword is unbalanced. This armor restricts flexibility far more than its type should. Spears are just wood and metal, yet somehow you've found a way to destroy that equilibrium. This axe couldn't fell a twig, let alone a tree. Shields are meant to COVER the body, not drag it to the ground with its weight. Thank goodness that I lack eyes, for if I did, then your helmet would blind me more than if they were gouged out! This shovel head is nearly flat! FLAT! I hope to the gods your wits are sharper than half of these blades. Comrades, I suggest we not purchase anything here, as clearly this is a store of toys in the semblance of metal"

As Adric and the party burst through the gates, Adric was caught off guard by the sound of voices. He was caught more off guard by the sight of the owners of these voices. Adric's eyes took on a new quality. His pupils dialted. He looked at these vast throngs of people in the same way a wolf looks at a wounded fawn. His hangover dissappeared in a moment of clarity. He became more beast than man, because in that moment, he lost every other thought in his mind than one.There was an indescribable hunger there. Adric's smile grew so wide it hurt the corners of his mouth. While the others were concerned with the semantics of "Why are people still alive" or "Why doesn't Kevin remember me?" Or "Where the hell is Lissette?" Adric was more practical. His mind was focused on one question: How much can I get from this city before they try to lynch me?

Adric heard his friends talk about buying clothes, but not having funds. Adric nearly had a heartattack. Funds they needed, funds they would get. As the party moved towards the blacksmith, Adric began speaking in several different hushed voices "Is that him?" A gravely voice spoke. "Surely it can't be! In our little town!" A high tenor called out. "Golly! I never thought he'd come here!" Came a voice with a heavy nasal inflection. "And how handsome!" Came a woman's voice from Adric's throat. Adric whipped around to the several people that had heard the hubbub the "crowd" of admirers had made.

"Ha ha! Yes my friends! It is I! The brilliant Dr. William Fontaine! Known from coast to coast as the 'number one peddler for the frontier settler!' Here to provide aidments for your ailments! Here to make your boys as strong as men, your men as nubile as boys, and for your children to be as smart as even I! For a price of course" He winked. It was sappy, rehearsed, and oh so effective. "Come my friends! Come! See! Buy! And drink from the cup of life as though you had no chance left! Become like a God, without having any of the petty 'responsibilities'!" He popped down his backpack, and pulled a string. A large scroll unfurled from the side with Adric's face, with the text "Big Bill Fontaine!" Emblazoned in gold text. On the other side, a small awning popped out, under which Adric placed a small table and filled hhem with potions. He adressed the crowd again.

"You there!" He called, to a random member of the crowd "Have you ever wanted to remove any undue and unruly facial hair?" Before the man could answer, he continued "Well with Dr. Davias' (Davias being a good friend of mine) patented 'Reemuvital' potion, it will be gone!" He didn't mention it would take a few layers of skin as well "For unlike the tortoise, the Hair should be gone quickly!"

He turned to a young boy. He was in his element. He could barely hear himself speak, for only the jingling sound of coins could be heard in his mind. "Have you wanted to court a woman like the most dashing of cavaliers? Take my patented 'Adfirssite!' cologne! It is guaranteed to make the women go running wild!" He didn't mention it would make them wretch and run wild away from the horrible odor. "For as it's always said, it's love Adfirssite!"

He turned to an attractive woman in the audience, and smiled. "My dear, a woman of your beauty must surely spend hours trying to maintain her hair! Well with my personal friend Xavier Alexander's "Stay that way" hair tonic, you will never need to do your hair again!" He didn't mention that it would solidify the hair-do into one, brittle, shatterable, hunk of hair.

Adric continued. "Now, you may have heard of such scoundrels as Adric Alistair!" He faked a slight wretch, "Who have created a sham of my practice. These soulless bastards want nothing more than profit" Adric spat on the ground at the mention of his own crimes "My friends, I assure you, I have never met this man" (Technically true) "And I assure you I am only here to help friends in need. I am here to help all of you!" Adric stepped back, and bowed, and began setting out his wares, and a small, quarter-filled, sack of coins to prepare for profits. His party continued into the blacksmith behind him.

Jessica talked directly to the blacksmith, they needed to find Lissette as soon as possible and eveyone being so calm was making her anxious "We're looking for a friend of ours, she was taken by a giant Raven which just flew right above this city, we need information. Is impossible that none of the people here haben't heard or saw it" she said firmly, as if she was demanding for a logical answer.

"Blacksmith! It's nice to see you again," Boris greeted wholeheartedly.

"Remember me? It's Borislav from months ago. You made me that silver spike for my staff."

He hopes that the blacksmith didn't forget who he was after all this time. If it wasn't for him, he would've perished along with Kuulikki by werewolves. He crafted a piece that saved his life and now uses it as a means of defending himself against those monsters.

OOC: Ninja'd. :c

Desmond approaches Boris and watches the conversation unfold. This was the guy that made silver weapons as Boris had said but if what is happening around here is true, shouldn't this be destroyed? Other than that, shouldn't the residents be aware of the spiders and wolves just around them? They look ignorant of that fact.

Ghan looks around warily, scanning the skies.

The stitcher looks back to Septimius and Ahriman, he greets them both and proceeds to ask.

"The blacksmith is here, Ahriman. Though, if what is happening here is spread out I think he won't recognize Boris." He said in a hushed tone.

Marcus walked around the blacksmith's shop while everyone else was questioning the man. He observed the craftsmanship of all of his creations, and felt the fine details etched into every piece of art. Contemplating what had happened during the night, and how unusual the man who greeted them was, Marcus' suspicions grew as his crew interrogated the blacksmith. There was something brewing in the bottom of Marcus' stomach; A gut wrenching churning feeling took over his body as his heart stopped beating. Marcus' heart usually didn't have a beat to it, so this was nothing new to the man. He was lost in thought for a few moments in a deathly stare at the design's on one of the blacksmith's shields, and after a few moments his heart beat once more as he took a deep breath and realized where he was.

Marcus turned to the blacksmith gripping his sword, and asked "What can you tell me about this sword?" Marcus drew his sword from his scabbard and extended the blade across the blacksmith's shoulder, letting the blade brush against the man's neck. His sword was crafted as the same holy material as Marcus' armor, rendering it unbreakable and able to form a much sharper edge than any sword on Earth because the material used to craft such a weapon could not be found on Earth. It was the humming tool of an arch angel, designed to cut it's enemies down with pristine precision as well as emanating the presence of light. If the blade itself did not vanquish its foes, the holy power within the sword would eat away at any corruption it came in contact with. Marcus uses this weapon because it keeps his soul clean from corruption. The blade is so pure darkness can not exist when in close proximity to it, ultimately keeping Marcus' soul pure.

Marcus could feel his hatred burning away as he held his sword, and asked the man again, "What can you tell me about my sword?"

The people that Adric began speaking to outside ate up the merchandise, running to him and buying everything he had. He was practically drowning in the coins that jingled all around him. However, all of a sudden within the buzz of the crowd around him, someone came up behind him. They placed a rag against his face, and before he could fight Adric was already beginning to lose consciousness. His dwindling life force would be suppressed by the lively audience that made it nigh impossible to detect that he was in any danger. Before long, he was dragged away into an alley as everything went black.

Meanwhile, the blacksmith was suddenly bombarded my questions of the people in front of his counter. Before he could answer any of them, a remarkably sharp sword brushed against his neck. He looked at the man wielding it, and then back at the sword itself. For a moment, his eyes flashed with fright at the sight. He blinked, looking down at it with wide eyes. "By the gods....this sword...it is so majestic. I have only heard of such a wondrous piece of weaponry in folk lore. How did you get it?"

Slowly, he pushed the sword away from his frame, looking toward Boris. Again, there was that slight flash of recognition. It was as if everyone in this town had been forced to forget Boris' memory. "I...I don't recall a Boris," The man said solemnly, "Yet I have been working here for years."

He then turned to Jessica, who glared at him, awaiting his answer. "Oh, you mean that big old bird?"

He frowned, pointing up in the sky, "Yeah, I saw it with my own two eyes up there. Flying around the town. Looked like it had somethin' with it. I got terrified by the sight, ran inside. I don't know where it went after that."

Septimius sighed and shrugged, walking out of the shop. He looked at the sky and imagined a giant raven holding one his friend fly around and not get noticed by anyone, and the one person who did notice them happened to run away and not see where the raven went. He groaned and scratched his head, trying to think of something he could do to help. He looked around, Adric was just here selling things and now he couldn't find the loud mouth. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he tapped a man's shoulder, he we as holding onto something that Septimius had previously seen Adric showing off. "Hey do you know where the man who sold that was?"

OOC: Lol whoopsy thanks winterfront, well editted

Aquila I think Adric is gone at this point

Ravin, in a brief moment of control, glanced outside at the crowd and their cheerful faces, suspecting absolutely nothing
It seems Adric, or Big Bill as the case may be, is doing quite well for himself! Let us hope our visit is brief, lest they learn that his items are ineffective
He glanced at the vial around his neck, although now filled with the ashes of the queen, used to be molasses and glitter.

He went around the store again, looking at the items from a less critical light. A spear would do him good, or perhaps a bill hook. A Lucerne Hammer perhaps? No, no, much too long. An awl pike would worry him immensely if he accidentally stabbed himself while stowing it. He drew Elwynn's sword from its scabbard. A nice blade, yes, but would it further his (rather new) goal of become a dashing swordsman of fables? Sadly, no. As such, he took a rather nice sabre off the rack and inspected it. Its Hand guard depicted two dragons intersecting and twisting around each other. Wonderful!
This is a... Passable sword, I'll admit
Ravin took that as permission to purchase it, but with very little money, if any, he approached the blacksmith with intent to trade.

He arrived at the counter to find the smith rather occupied with Marcus' sword on his neck
"Rude" he muttered before standing on tiptoes behind the angel.
"Excuse me sir, but would you be interested in exchanging my short sword with this sabre? I assure you it is of very high quality, and should fetch a fine price if you decide to sell it!"

Quote from Arch-Angel

Ooc (how does Ahriman know Marcus and liss are close?)

OOC: Simple observation. Marcus seemed rather angry since her disappearance and he was carrying her after the previous battle. Ahriman had only seen Marcus this angry when he saw Rae-Ala's feathers and the two angels were close, but Liss doesn't have the feathers. He assumed that her disappearance is what made him angry.

Ahriman blinked. Clearly there is something wrong here. "Boris. If there is a power to communicate with and command birds using your mind or magic, is it possible there is someone who can command people in such a way?"

Boris frowned that the blacksmith doesn't seem to recognize him at all. There is indeed something wrong.

"You have to know me," Boris pulled out his staff and showed him the silver spike attached to the bottom, "you've branded your family signature on my spike. No other smith has this mark, and you're the only one that can perfect the crafting of silver weapons."

As he was trying to jog the man's memory, Ahriman interrupted and couldn't help to ask his inquiry to him.

"Unfortunately no, I'm the only one in this village that has this ability."

He turned back to the blacksmith and continues to seek answers.

"If you don't know me, then you might know Themba Oluwayemisi. You know; dark-skin like mine, half of hair is shaved while the other is braided, ancestral paint markings, about 6 foot high, and thick accent? She always comes here to buy off weapons from you. Do you by any chance know where she is?"