Traveling with the grave robbers, or thieves, or whatever it is they wanted to be called, proved to be extremely mundane. Then again, Desmond wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting from it, anyway. He was just a kid with a knife and they were thieves who had already done their "thieving".
Part of him was just craving some kind of adventure, he guessed. Like in those stories his mother had always read him before bed. He wanted to be like the heroes in those stories who got to explore the world and meet people and be stupidly strong by the end.
But, well, those heroes had to start somewhere. Besides, Desmond didn't really think he could be considered a hero. Heroes didn't put knives to people's necks the first time they met them, after all.
'I guess I'm due for just a normal journey, then.' He hummed, thinking back to Calcheth for just a moment. 'All the unordinary stuff has already happened, anyway.'
Honestly, if anything out of the ordinary happened, itd come as more of a surprise than anything. A welcome surprise, considering the silence they were currently traveling in, but a surprise nonetheless.
They'd been traveling for the last couple of hours in the direction of Sayavila and it was, admittedly, very quiet and very boring. Arika had only spoken up a couple of times—pointing out birds in the distance to Desmond and occasionally asking Euric for his opinion on mundane matters—to try and break the silence, but Desmond and Euric very obviously weren't keen to talk to one another. Her attempts to stimulate conversation remained fruitless, at least for the time being.
Desmond had thus decided to use the silence to quietly study his guides and their gear and anything he could see within ⦓Eye For Detail⦔'s range. Most notably, however, he kept finding himself looking back toward the shortswords the two carried.
'It'd be nice if I could get my hands on one of those.' He thought, absently putting a hand over the jacket pocket where he kept his knife. He was familiar enough with the cooking tool to tell that the shortsword Arika carried was probably triple the length of the knife. Alongside that, it was an actual weapon. Much better than some cheap kitchen knife.
'But it's almost definitely too big for ⦓Small Blades Proficiency⦔ to help me with it.' He furrowed his brow, frowning at the realization. 'Maybe I could just ask her about it.’
“Hey, Arika?” He started before he could stop himself. The woman in question eagerly looked back with an eyebrow raised, a small smile on her face. Desmond assumed she was finally happy that someone else had started talking instead of her for a change. “Do you have a skill for your sword?”
She hummed, putting her hands behind her head before she eventually nodded.
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“Yeah. ⦓Medium Blades Proficiency⦔.” She said, confirming Desmond's suspicions. “Why? You got one for that little knife of yours?”
Before he could stop himself, he nodded, crossing his arms as he began to think.
“Mhm. ⦓Small Blades Proficiency⦔.” He responded, cupping his chin in thought. “It’s only level three, though, and since it’s really small, I don’t think it’ll be very good to keep using as a weapon.”
His eyes jumped back to her sword as he spoke, missing the way that Arika’s eyes widened and Euric glanced back with an eyebrow raised. Desmond, however, continued to stare at the sword, furrowing his brow before he decided to simply see what he could get from using ⦓Eye For Detail⦔ on it.
[Iron Shortsword]: A simple iron shortsword. |
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Total Length: 28 inches |
Total Weight: 1.7 lbs |
[Skill Used]: ⦓Medium Blades Proficiency⦔ (Str+Fin) |
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Quality - Low |
Crafted By: Blacksmith Hall |
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