Moneytalks (Day 3 Mid Morning)

[Derrick]

Derrick was rich... Well let's face it, he probably wasn't rich but he felt that way... What kind of young solider wouldn't feel that way though? Especially with a handful of gold dragons on his person? They weren't all in his pouch of course, which was mostly full of Stags and pennies, if his dad had taught him anything, it was you didn't keep dragons just anywhere.

Walking through the Market, he had his leathers on, and his sword at his side as a precaution. His wounds from yesterday fellt better, but they weren't what was on his mind. It was the various stalls, especially those containing weapons. He really didn't think he should buy anything, but he couldn't help but look.

[Ser Reynard]

Trying to keep themselves busy while awaiting the mornings tilts, Reynard and Roycelyn browse the vendors set up to cater to the tournament goers. The tall young knight limps on occasion, his knee not yet recovered from the day before. His focus is on the tournament events, however, as is fairly clear from his close examination of bludgeoning weapons. Roycelyn, on the other hand, critically eyes every bow she comes across--generally only briefly, before moving on with a look of disdain on her face.

[Derrick]

The young knight wasn't the only one inspecting bludgeoning weapons this morning. Derrick had always wanted to add one to his arsenal, but had never really had the opportunity. He wasn't the best with them of course, but they could be quite useful in their own way. As the the pair approached where he was browsing he gave them a polite bow. "Good morning, Milord and Milady."

The rain didn't seem to bother the young man, though it had caused a number of the vendors to close. It was only the presence of people with money in hand keeping a few places pen.

[Ser Reynard]

Somewhat absently, Reynard looks at the young man who addressed them, confirming that he's been spoken to and noticing the other man's attention to the weapons.

"Good morning, soldier. I'm Ser Reynard Goodbrook of Thornwood. My sister," he says with a sweeping gesture toward the girl behind him, "Roycelyn Goodbrook." The girl raises an eyebrow at the soldier she's been introduced to, signalling her disinterest. To make it unmistakable, she returns to looking at the offerings.

A low grumbling sigh escapes the knight, but he shows no other reaction to her. "And you are?"

[Derrick]

Honestly the lack of attention from the young lady was something of a relief. It's what he expected from ladies and it waa honestly rather refreshing.

The days had been too strange to warrant anything else. Letting the young woman browse the weapons, or ribbons, or puppies, whatever they did, he turned towards the knight.

"I'm Derrick a retainer of House Algood. A pleasure to meet you Ser."

[Ser Reynard]

"Quite pleased to meet you as well. And do I see that you've an interest in crushing your enemies' skulls for House Algood? I have a talent for bludgeoning weapons, if you'd care to discuss them." Reynard doesn't seem too worried about whether the Algood man will accept his offer, as he looks appraisingly at a finely crafted warhammer.

[Derrick]

"They are something I wish to learn more sbout." Was the simple response from the younger man. "Swords are what I'm more used to, but I thought a good mace might be good to have."

"They have a bit different use then a sword after all." He glanced down at some of the ones in front of him.

[Ser Reynard]

"Aye, a different use and a different way it needs be used. A mace isn't so far different as a morning star or flail, but you'll find neither a stab nor a slash does you much good with it." The knight hands Derrick a mace with a slightly shorter haft than some others. "Trade a little reach for greater control and you'll strike true twice as often," Reynard says with conviction.

[Derrick]

Derrick knew a bit about most weapons, though he was on expert as far as bludgeoning weapons were concerned. Taking the weapon from the other man he tested the weight, not going as far to swing it as close as they were to the stall, but trying to get a good feel for it. "Not bad." He offered after a few moments.

"This might do nicely." His eyes turned towards the table. "Anything else you might suggest?"

[Ser Reynard]

Reynard looks thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose it would depend on exactly the effect you're trying to achieve. Heavily armored targets may not be much more impressed with a mace than a sword. A maul or warhammer would be more impactful, but then you'd need to fight without a shield. That's not a trade I'd make for fighting bandits or even ironmen. Do you have a particular kind of opponent to prepare for?" Reynard's question is not pointed, just professionally curious.

[Derrick]

"Oh, at the moment is likely go out to eat with weapons I'm more familiar with Ser." He looked towards the weapon in his hand. "I'd likely be wanting something for lighter armored opponents though. Most of the fighting I do is against bandits and the like after all."

[Ser Reynard]

The Riverlander knight nods. "Of course. So I think a basic mace is the right choice for now..." He casts another careful look over the weapons. "Yes, one that feels a good weight to you and has a haft no longer than that"--he indicates the one from before--"I think will serve you well. And of course you'd be welcome to come try it out on some ironborn in the lands of House Terrick--and you can see what a morning star does at full effect." The rather dark smile that settles on Reynard's face is slightly unsettling, seeming at odds with his boyish face and shaggy blond locks.

[Derrick]

"I'll see see if I can find one I like them." Derrick replied, before moving to test a few other of the available maces. He'd eventually find one he liked, but it would take a bit. As he looked though he did continue the conversation. "Sadly any such decision id left in the hands of My lord, as a Retainer I'm not really free to travel however I please." Or he might be off fighting in the mountains sometime soon.

Of course the Riverlands was another option, though once again a unlikely one. "I take it you've come here to shop for something yourself as well, Ser? Perhaps I could help you find it?"

[Ser Reynard]

"Yes, we all have our duty," Reynard says quietly but with conviction. "And yes, I am looking for myself. My morning star isn't appropriate for the grand melee, so I need to find the right replacement..." His eyes return to the table, showing more intensity now as he returned to his task. "Little things matter..."

[Derrick]

"That they do." Derrick agreed with a nod as he looked over the various weapons. "I take it you are looking for another bludgeoning weapon then? Rather then a blade?"

"What were you thinking about? If you don't mind me asking?"

[Ser Reynard]

Reynard chuckles a little bit. "I had been thinking of a warhammer or perhaps a maul, but now I'm thinking about what I just said about not giving up the ability to wield a shield." He takes a step back from the display, looking very pensive.

Roycelyn returns to the two men, noticing her brother's deep thinking. "Well, soldier of Algood, I had hoped you'd have this figured out by now," she says in a clearly joking voice.

"Don't listen to her," Reynard says without looking up. "It only encourages her."

[Derrick]

"Go with your gut." Derrick offered after a moment. "it's what I would do at least if I were in your shoes." Thought honestly speaking he hadn't figured out what he would wield either.

"I've already made my decision, Milady." Derick replied honestly. "I'm trying to help your brother with his though, after that I might look at a pike or perhaps a bow." He shrugged slightly before turning his eyes back towards the knight, a slight frown crossing his features for a moment,

"If you thank that's for the best, Ser."