What d'you mean, if my aim's rusty?! [ELBOWS DEZEL!!! His aim is still impeccable, thank you!
They don't spend long at the weapons' shop. Sorey can't make heads or tails of the prices; the numbers are completely different from how they were before, even if everyone still uses gald. He can't tell if Dezel is spending a ton of money on him, or if he's really just picking something meeting the bare minimum requirements, as Sorey requested.
It still feels admittedly good to slot the bow over his shoulders and snap the string against his chest. Just having it makes him feel a little more normal, a little more him, the same mountain boy who'd spent hours and hours stalking game in the forest within Gramps' domain.
The Scattered Bones are a little more complicated. Dezel has to lead him down a series of dark alleyways to make sure they haven't been followed, finds this tiny wooden door tucked between two buildings and executes this complicated-sounding knock in order for anyone to even open the door.]
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They don't spend long at the weapons' shop. Sorey can't make heads or tails of the prices; the numbers are completely different from how they were before, even if everyone still uses gald. He can't tell if Dezel is spending a ton of money on him, or if he's really just picking something meeting the bare minimum requirements, as Sorey requested.
It still feels admittedly good to slot the bow over his shoulders and snap the string against his chest. Just having it makes him feel a little more normal, a little more him, the same mountain boy who'd spent hours and hours stalking game in the forest within Gramps' domain.
The Scattered Bones are a little more complicated. Dezel has to lead him down a series of dark alleyways to make sure they haven't been followed, finds this tiny wooden door tucked between two buildings and executes this complicated-sounding knock in order for anyone to even open the door.]