Post by Furlow on Mar 9, 2009 16:38:48 GMT -5
The giant man with the unkempt hair and the over-sized axe that walked into town was not a big deal anymore. His coming and going had become so routine that what were once looks of bewilderment and apprehension had now become looks of curiosity and apprehension. So far, Furlow had made no effort to make himself more familiar with the townspeople. He merely let his reputation speak for himself.
Of course, the fact that he had virtually no reputation was a stumbling block. All he had to go on was the ceaseless gossip that always circulated. For the most part, he was that guy who spent all of his time in the forest, who on occasion could be seen chasing after some monster or other. A few people knew him as someone who tagged along with the occasional pilgrimage, but otherwise did nothing else of note. There were a few wild rumors about where he acquired his Exsphere, and just which Hell-spawned demon he killed bare handed to get his axe. There was even a group of superstitious older folk who had him pinned as a man-eating monster out of folklore who ate monsters and humans to acquire thier power.
Of course, the store owner was a shrewd young man who knew Furlow merely as a customer. He looked through the selection of materials the large man had placed on the counter, like he did every time he came in, and went off to gather the appropriate trade for him. Meanwhile, Furlow leaned against the wall and passed the time by watching Luin out of the window like he always did.
Of course, the fact that he had virtually no reputation was a stumbling block. All he had to go on was the ceaseless gossip that always circulated. For the most part, he was that guy who spent all of his time in the forest, who on occasion could be seen chasing after some monster or other. A few people knew him as someone who tagged along with the occasional pilgrimage, but otherwise did nothing else of note. There were a few wild rumors about where he acquired his Exsphere, and just which Hell-spawned demon he killed bare handed to get his axe. There was even a group of superstitious older folk who had him pinned as a man-eating monster out of folklore who ate monsters and humans to acquire thier power.
Of course, the store owner was a shrewd young man who knew Furlow merely as a customer. He looked through the selection of materials the large man had placed on the counter, like he did every time he came in, and went off to gather the appropriate trade for him. Meanwhile, Furlow leaned against the wall and passed the time by watching Luin out of the window like he always did.