Kranzer

(Sorry for the double post, site is messing up for me)

Kranzer pondered over if this was just some form of marketing to get customers to visit the shop. Ultimately though his need for items far outweighed any concern he possessed for the situation. So eventually he made his way to the fourth flour and was pretty thankful for the coat he had made. Once he stood outside of the two story shop that reminded him of a cabin he hesitated for a moment. "This the place," he asked under his breath. When his eyes fell upon the sign that clearly identified this as being Zandra's Pharmacy he let out a low sigh. "Guess it is." Once he made his way through the d

Once more Kranzer found himself walking into the shop where he'd gotten the coat. The very coat he had on now and her personal mark was proudly displayed on the shoulder of the coat's left sleeve. Once he manged to gain her attention he'd wave. "I'm back with the payment we agreed on." Kranzer opened his menu and navigated his way through it until he sent a trade request to offer her the single item. It was a piece of material intended to refill her stock for what was expended in the production of his armor. "The coat has served me well. I just wanted to thank you again for it," he said with a

When he received the item Kranzer's brown eyes widened ever so softly in expectation. In truth the item suited his needs better than he could have hoped and he didn't wait long before he tried it on. It fit him well and was practically tailored to fit his body as if he'd been born in it. His gaze returned to the tailor and for a brief second his face flushed red with embarrassment. Once he cleared his throat though he offered a genuine smile. "Thank you, its better than I could have hoped for actually." He rotated his arms around a bit to test if it hindered his maneuverability at all and he w

As Kranzer approached the shop his eyes fell upon the crowned lion and he had to stop and admire it for several moments. It was a fitting symbol in some ways for an armor shop and the fact it was here on the outskirts of the city did make him a little ill at ease since PKs could easily visit. Rather than dawdling outside too long he quickly moved for the door and headed inside. The soft ringing of the bells announced his entrance which was a pleasant surprise and not something he saw often in many shops here that he'd been to so far. It brought back memories of the convenience store he frequen

Kranzer stood outside of the small brick building with no small degree of uncertainty. Was this the right place? His brown eyes focused upon the sign above the door and it was all the confirmation he needed. This was in fact the Wild Rose Forge. He reached out and opened the door. As he walked in he was mildly impressed with how impeccable the shop was. He could tell just how much effort went into its creation. He could only hope Lessa put as much care into her craft as she did her shop. Regardless a good shop always made for a good first impression. “Hello,” he called out. “If you’re not

ProfileUsername: KranzerReal name: Tristan CromwellAge: 26 / February 23rdGender: MaleHeight: 5'11About: History/personality Tristan was born to a relatively poor family as an only child. They weren’t poor due to lack of work or a decent income in fact it was quite the opposite. The main reason was the fact that his father was always a sickly man. He’d have to make constant trips to the hospital and to cover those bills his mother was always working and rarely ever home long enough to do anything more than eat or sleep. She’d talk with him of course but only for a few minutes before she’d