Market
Stepping out into the market grounds was literal breath a fresh air for Werner. He was now surrounded by the common man, woman, and child. The market, was a place where didn't have to mind his manners that much, and it one of the few things of this world he did understand after spending some time walking around. What pleasantly surprised him were the large arrays and displays of weapons that Merchants casually displayed, and seeing this shop with weapons that Werner was already kinda familiar with made his interest spark. Werner always did have this.... interest for weaponry, melee in particular.
Taking a quick gander, Werner leaned towards what the shopkeep indicated was a Dō-maru, and he appreciated the design like a child looking through the glass store front of a candy shop. Though when he noticed the large war club that even a mighty warrior would have trouble using made Werner struggle to contain his excitement, yet his imagination ran wild with the things he could do with it if he only was a bit larger and stronger. What the punctures from the spikes, and the blunt force of the club could do to a man handing from inside a cage. The Iron Maiden Pinata, what a glorious prospect that Werner planned to try out one day. Though what was odd was that a little girl picked it up, it wasn't weird that she was unable to control it, however it was weird the words that she said. It was strangely similar to what he would have heard on his home planet, what he said during the meeting with Consul. Werner gulped, and swiftly moved aside from the Dō-maru, to where the Elvish armor could be more easily accessed.
For the first time in a long while, Werner whispered the native language willingly, "Uh, ah Pardon to interrupt, but if you wouldn't mind, I have already planned out what kind of equipment, and what role I would fulfill for the party. So could I get.. uh.. this and this...?" though, it seemed that no one even heard what he said when Tahariel asked the kitsune a question.
Werner had mellowed out, suspicions always did bother him, and he hated not knowing, that much was true. However, Werner had already earned the ire of the company around him, and so he on his own could not solve the mystery the lingered in his mind. So he distracted himself by looking at the foreign armor. Werner knew the names after some casual talk with the locals, and seeing how the guards were armed, Werner already knew how he was going to be dressed up if he was taking on his previous role as an infantry man. It was disappointing that there were no guns on for sale, of course it was highly unlikely that guns would be present, but still. Werner had always used guns and knives, switching to archaic weapons of war was definitely exciting, yet awkward. Though, there was more disappointment when Werner realized that it maybe a better Idea for him to wear the odd elvish armor instead of the traditional armor imported by the Kitsune.
There was a fair amount of luck on Werner's side though. On the display, he found one thing that resembled guns the most, and it went by the name of a crossbow. If memory served him right, and it always did, then it was a simple weapon that was easy to use even by the weakest of people and the most unsuited for war. Werner ran his fingers across the wood stock, and eventually lifted it up off it's stand and walked towards his memorable assailant. Werner wanted to buy something, she was in the way, and he liked to get into gear when facing the unknown.
"Yeah, Aiko is right, you aren't a front line fighter I can tell you that much." Werner reminisced, presenting a crossbow that Werner believed Tahariel could load and fire. "This is certainly more your style, it's literally made for Plebeians. It's easy to use, you don't need to be strong, and it's really handy to have on hand even you are planning to be soley using... uh... magic, here. Take it, I think it's perfect for you.", he handed the crossbow over, while turning to face the shopkeep.
"I my self, would also like to have a crossbow, however, I'd like one of the more heavier ones. Also, since it looks like i'm going to have to be the soldier here, i'd like to try on that... what was it you said? Lorica... something something, hamata. Some greaves, one of those helmets the imperial soldiers use with the greaves to match, a leather jacket to use as padding, one of those smaller shields too... the
Parma isn't it? This sword would also be nice to have as well, I know that this one is called a Spatha. I apologize, it's a lot of stuff to ask for.. but that's the life of being a front line soldier!" Werner snickered.
He took a brief glance and Sif, and wondered if he had noticed too. If anyone had noticed actually, as Werner took an Oath to never speak Yamataigo ever again while he was on this planet.
