>>5646762>>5646766>>5646821>>5646906>>5647129“Halona, its village by the Eastern Sea. My family are fishermen but one of my grandpas and two of my uncles are traders. I’ve got eight siblings, three older, five younger.”
Joz’s eyes bulge for a moment. “Eight siblings? Damn your parents don’t fuck around… or maybe they do.” He laughs.
“We’re a big family, I probably have at least one relative in every town that makes its living on the Eastern Sea.”
“And here I thought you were some sort of soldier or official’s son. Damn, that kind of ruins things. I was hoping you’d be able to read the invoice the instructor gave me so we’d know what we were picking up.” Joz says waving a piece of paper he’d pulled out of his shirt.
“Let me take a look,” you snatch the paper from his hand “One of my uncles taught me a little bit about words and numbers when I helped him on one of his trade runs.” Looking over the document you slowly scan the page. It was a rather simple document with only the item and the amount due on it, rather similar to your uncle’s ledgers. “We’re getting thirty spears, five sets of armor, and a whole lot of horseshoes.”
“Well I’ll be damned, I didn’t know you were a scribe. Quick what’s the sign say.” Joz says pointing at a sign on the corner of a nearby building. You end up reading every sign from there to the smithy as Joz continues to point them out.
Finally arriving at the smithy, you and Joz dismount from the cart. Following the sounds of metal being hammered. You find the smith and his apprentice finishing a horseshoe. With one final hit of the hammer the smith backs away from the anvil while his apprentice picks up the shoe with a pair of tongs and dunks it into a bucket of water for a brief moment then sets it into a box piled high with other horseshoes. It is then that the apprentice, a wiry young boy, notices the two of you standing there and rushes over to greet you.
"Hello there, masters how can I help you."
"We're here to pick up a delivery for the garrison" you say flashing the invoice at the boy.
The boy nods once and heads over to his burly master who is currently leaned up against his anvil wiping sweat from his face with a dirty rag.
"Master, some men from the garrison are here to pick up there order!" The boy practically screams in his master's ear "They've brought an invoice!"
The smith accompanys the boy over this time and proffers his hand for the invoice. Squinting hard at the paper he slowly runs his finger over the words and numbers mouthing them as he does so. Speaking in a carefully modulated voice the smith turns to his apprentice and says "It's the ones with the "G" branded on them should be 3 boxes of spears, 3 boxes for the armor, and a barrel of horseshoes."
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