Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Jan 5, 2013 20:52:16 GMT -5
Green eyes flashed as Feliks smiled, "Ha, that's just the trickster I'm looking for." Some small part of his gut untwisted now that they were past the introduction phase. "A friend told me you were the man to speak to about finding," The little man dropped his voice, "weapons of unique natures."
Feliks didn't have a client per-say at the moment but had pleanty of regulars who'd asked about weapons in the past, but Feliks had to turn down the deal because he didn't have a reliable source for such things. His business was tricky on both sides of it. One couldn't sell things without buyers that knew about discretion and the same thing could be said of the sources.
Post by Berwald Oxenstierna on Jan 8, 2013 23:15:25 GMT -5
"M'st don't go looking f'r trouble Ah br'ng," a small pause was given and he couldn't help but wonder when the last time he spoke this much and made a mental to eat honey when he got home, "But Ah can get y' what y' want and Ah can get it f'ster th'n anyone else."
In the aftermath of his words Berwald let his mind wander back to unfinished projects in his workshop. The six person dining set seemed to beckon to him at the moment and his fingers began to itch for the familiar feel of wood. Maybe he could brush this meeting off for another time... But he had a reputation to uphold and would sooner take an axe to the knee than tarnish his name- well alias. So he swallowed a long suffering sigh and directed his sharp gaze to the ceiling. "Ah don't c'me cheap though."
Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Jan 24, 2013 16:49:28 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not looking for myself. I guess some people would call me a personal shopper." Feliks might seem like an unobservant ditz, but he could sense the taller man's impatience. He smiled at the man's last comment, "You can only have two of three options; cheep, fast, good. Most of my business works that way." Feliks stood up and offered his hand to shake, "I look forward to doing business with you."
Post by Berwald Oxenstierna on Jan 26, 2013 7:10:25 GMT -5
Rising along with his shorter acquaintance- Did his neck hurt to stare up at him?- Berwald clasped his hand and gave it a single shake. "Y' have a good judgment then. 'm always f'st and m' work's always t'p quality. It'll be likew'se t' work with y'." Feeling a spark of humor in his chest, Berwald's stoney exterior remained in place as he nodded before fishing some money out of his pocket to set on the table and turning around to leave. "Y' should dr'nk more m'lk. Little on the sh'rt s'de."
Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Feb 19, 2013 13:50:42 GMT -5
Feliks laughed at Loke's quip about his height, "Easier to hide when you're short." He pulled his own coins out of a pocket and put them on the table. He sauntered out of the bar without looking back. He took a deep breath of fresh air and sighed looking at the long road back to the city. "I always hate the walk back." He mumbled to himself.