Once explanation was provided, scholarly recieved and exactly communicated, Sam did give exaggerated nod of their head, the hat indicating in pitching forward and back that it was understood after but a moment of consideration.
"Well explained Zxandor, I can appreciate why you'd want such a device. We'll see what can be mustered. We'll ask in a general store, or a blacksmith. I hear," Sam did say, and was cut off by the increasing bleating of sheep that did huddle and bustle by direction of crook wielding fellow of long beard and tan clothing.
Sam met the gaze of sheep, and each finding no conclusion as to what the other was thinking or intending, turned away. From eye to crook, and then to human face that was in some puzzlement as to the two animated that did walk towards the village centre. No frown of anger, just some mixture of caution, bemusement at the oddity the two represented, and puzzlement. A puzzlement that was abated in part by the grand pack of that Sam did carry, indicating that Sam themselves was a trader of goods.
The sound of late day toils and events of conversation did play out as they entered. The place was humble and small, but some industrious spirit were behind the people. The sign posts maintained, the signage clear, the people conversed with good spirit as they applied their labours. A hammer upon a roof kept regular attack, even as the one that did repair a roof did look down at the new comers with increasing concern, but made sure not to change the slow rhythms of repair. None did gawp and point, yet there were eyes fixed and hushed wonderment about their approach.
Sam looked about at signage artistically rendered and namesakes proud adorning businesses. Wide cursive calligraphy that Sam felt was firmly worthy work, themselves a reliable scribe in their former servitude. The work here was far more embellished, readable and bold, a distinguished signature to the work.
Sam's head did turn from sign to sign, speaking aloud to their companion.
"Gilberg's Groceries, Harrow's Haberdashery, Dilmark's Fletchery, ah," Sam said,
"Ami's General Store, and, Stillwater's Arms and Supplies," Sam said. He pointed out the last to Zxandor with an extended gloved finger.
"You see the symbol of the shield with weapons behind it? That's so folks like yourself can see that it's a weapons shop. Plenty of folk communicate and understand the world differently, so these symbols help everyone. If you ever need weapons, look for that symbol. But it'll be no time at all until you can read all the signs, and then leaflets, newspapers, and then, well, books! But until then, symbols will serve," Sam did say cheerfully, and made gesture to follow towards Stillwater's establishment.
The building itself stood out in contrast to the usual thatched buildings, which were well made constructions of beams of wood and proud height. This building was more squat and made of well shaped stones, and resembled something from a more military mind. The walls were thick, the door itself made of stone that was inwardly open as business hours were still in effect.
A small sign at eye height that did read '
watch the step'.
Sam paused, and did echo the advice aloud to Zxandor as Sam did step in.
The step itself was into a reasonably sized room of arms and equipment which were set to walls and wooden stands. Most of which were copies of one another, seemingly made en masse. From within the shop was a partition and divide, where hammering sounds could be heard, the regular chiming sound more determined a sound than the ones that had driven nails into shingles.
From behind the counter, was a dwarf who was reading a newspaper, a blonde bearded fellow of middle age with emerald green eyes that did with one hand hold the gazette broadly, their other hand with an open topped sandwich of cheese. Eyes did continue to read, a further mouthful of a late lunch delayed to say the words,
"Order's not ready. Can always tell it's you by the armour, no-one around here wears that 'side you lot," the dwarf did say, and slid half of the sandwich into their mouth and did chew.
Sam looked around at the arms, none of it making much sense to them. Combat was something still fresh and new to them, and what little they had seen and been involved in had not involved such sharp implements.
"Good day," Sam did say politely, as if to dispel the misunderstanding.
A slap of the paper onto the counter and further chewing. A hearty swallow and a leaning of the dwarf forward as he did peer at the two, although primarily it was upon Zxandor. A sort of mirthful curiosity was upon the dwarf as he did make conversation and increasing observations as he leaned forward in admiration of the armour that did walk.
"Say, you're not here for the shipment are you. Sorry I just assumed by the sound of armour. You sounded just like someone else. How can we here at Stillwater's help you folk?"
A moment as he leaned back and did call out to the one that did hammer away at anvil and metal.
"Say, Stillwater! You're going to want to see what's stepped through the door!"
A few more clangs, some grumbling and then a setting of tools down from the back of the shop. The green eyed dwarf at the front of the shop did continue to lean forward, a glint in his eye.
Sam looked at Zxandor, and said with soft encouragements,
"Tell the good fellow what you're looking for."
Zxandor